Am's Journal: 12/3/09

Got to hold her one last time.

Of course, life has it's price. I had to bear with annoyances and him.

However, today shall not be about him.

I remember a day when I used to sit around with scumbags like these every other day of the week.

Trying to intimidate.
Bringing down those who tried to go against them.

But I've seen them for what they are.

Cowards.
Pathetic pond scum, on the shoe of a man.
A fungus, with no real roots.
Not lethal, just annoying.

I can assure you that one day, their mistakes will be their last.
For when the clock strikes midnight, they will strike the ground.

Fighting the battle for power

Am's Blog: 9/3/09

How does it feel?
When you have your hands around her, does it feel good?

I am a walking shadow of the past, not to be noticed or given a second glance at.
Although it is neither of our faults, I must admit my jealousy.
I guess some people can have it all.

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Do you know I cry myself to sleep sometimes?
Not being able to hold you, not being able to even see you at times.

I am reminded of how I lost you every day.
You are so happy with him, I barely have the heart to do it.

But I don't think I can live any longer without you.

I miss your warmth against mine, I miss your scent that would leave me on a high for a short while. I'm turning into something I don't like, and I think only you can stop it.











Fighting the battle for power