24 de febrero de 2011

There is something alive about her ♥

I met someone tonight at a party on the beach.
 Her name is Clementine. 
 There is something alive about her.

I don't know what to do about this. 
 I've been feeling so alienated and numb lately. 
 The thought of not acknowledging 
my feelings again seems self-destructive.
How can I continue on this path toward a living death, 
a life filled with obligation and guilt and responsibility
but joyless, hopeless? 
 I need to speak with Clementine.

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