Being here is like living an eternity away from those who wish to call you home but have been muted by the cold fingers of death ripping all words from their tongues.<br />
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I dream though I do not sleep.<br />
I speak, but I am never heard.<br />
I care when I cannot show it.<br />
I love you when I wish to hate you.<br />
I am a contradiction to myself even when my ways never change.<br />
I fall when I start to fly.<br />
Your sky is my ground.<br />
Your rain is my sunshine.<br />
You are to me like black is to white.<br />
You hate me whenI love you.<br />
I hate you when you love me.<br />
My mind is old, my body is young.<br />
I am day, you are night.<br />
I am the rain, you are the sun.<br />
I am the boiling ice, you are the freezing sand.<br />
You are my void, yet the piece that fits.
