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My soul burned like the fire in the depths of hell for him, and my tears were as cold as ice when he died.I longed to hear the compassion in his voice and the softness of his touch. I wanted to see him so bad, I needed to see him so bad, I would do anything for it.I was lost without him, I was nothing while alone.I would look in the mirror with utmost confusion as to who I saw.
I needed him here. My ice tears ran and flowed down,each one causing an erosion down my cheeks.The fire burning inside but the coldness overwhelming me may surely crack the surface.My tears stopped that day when he came back to me, or I to him.Some say I went insane that night, others say its a copeing mechanism...
