domingo, 21 de noviembre de 2010

Alice: You’ve disappeared, like everything else. Who else can I talk to, I’m lost. When you left, and he left you took everything with you. But the absence of him is everywhere I look. It’s like a huge whole has been punched through my chest. But in a way I’m glad, the pain is my only reminder that he was real, that you all were.

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