September 2010
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Nothing means more to me than knowing that he is happy, and whatever it takes, I will ensure that he is always happy. I can’t thank God enough for giving me everything I ever wanted in my life, and I never feel as loved as I do when I’m with him.
I love every part of him: emotionally, physically and mentally. Just by seeing him everyday, looking through his eyes, hearing his voice,...
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The story of Misanthropy and Catatonia
Dear You,
I thought you were my friend. That you were somebody who will run after me and comfort me with my endless problems, a someone who will understand the toss of my situation. Oh, how wonderfully stupid I was to think that you were different. How can I forget that you’re the shadow of OUR past that begets everyday bitterness in your life? You lied to me, and that makes it more...