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who can disbute your beauty i see with my own i's in you, all you, hold you, feel you close to me... when i look at you i smile and i gleam with grace and affection, yet all you do is me hurt. i now know no completion, fullfilment, happiness, bliss love. only the emptiness, cold, pain. how can one created to love live only to break me

my flowers are dying . . . flowers, such as myself, live off of love . . . they are dying . . . as am i.

By: Lebogang Tlou There are very few things that Stephan Pine wanted in life; being with Amanda was the only one he openly admitted to. He often bragged about what a great man he was because of her to his colleagues at the firm when he still worked there. He had always felt normal when he was around her, always felt like he had found a home at long last. He promised her that he would be hers for ever, and he intended to keep that promise. That was the one thing on his mind when he got off the taxi cab and walked into his new garage. He had decided to move out of his made-over tool shed-turned-backroom in his parents’ backyard months earlier, but had never gotten around to moving in to this place until now. Moving out had been a huge emotional blow. His parents’ house was all he had left of theirs, but he had to move out. It had to be done. It was the only way to prove to Amanda that he wasn’t as useless as she had made him out to sound in their last conversation. He had to show he