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without end

A Story by Yheela

I can't remember a time when he wasn't the centre of my world and if I think about this it should make me feel less than I do but I have no reference to life without him it's as if all my previous memories have been wiped from my mind and replaced by an image of him and all his heavenly glory and my mind rejoices from the glaring light in his eyes and the booming sound of his voice because it means I don’t have to bother with mundane things like talking to others and wondering if I’m good enough to love and talk to and care about and want to be with all I need is him and whatever he brings me all the small pieces of my shattered soul are fitted together in a new constellation and my broken heart is replaced with a brand new one that never knew sorrow or pain or disappointment

© 2014 Yheela

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Added on April 5, 2014
Last Updated on April 5, 2014



Gotene, Sweden

Reader, geek, published poet and author, gamer, nerd, mom, lazy, N7, wannabe, kind, Browncoat, ironic, Borderlander, crafty and a lot more ... ~*~ more..

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A Poem by Yheela