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i learned about loneliness last night, belatedly, because no one ever bothered to explain it to me- it was something best kept for the time it existed in the blank space where a hand had once been a soft shaky touch now absent the sorrow comes in sultry waves with the indigo tide of me missing your breath on the hollow in my sleepy neck, a whisper backandforth inandout and then a hitch, a twitch and the slow descent from sea-froth into dreamland we drifted, content, into the scared scarlet hills where nightmares roam where i made my home, knowing that in sleep your whispers still coated my pillowcase and i was not alone we s

Die: Such a simple word, spewed without thought. "I wish you'd die, I wish you'd be killed." But what if we actually gave meaning to those words? Can you understand the emotion, the magnitude, the weight, Of actually seeing the life of an individual depart? Can you look them in the eyes, as they bleed into your hands; Observing their final moments, as the light fades from their eyes? Or are you simply a soft-hearted coward, Sitting fat behind a computer, wishing death upon others? To say that one is deserving of death, Suggests that you are ready to kill. And if indeed you are ready to kill, Then you too must be prepared to die.