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June 8, 2009, 12:10 pm

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A feeling that can't be Forgotten


This feeling grows inside you, this feeling like an eternal flame. Something that makes you want to wake up in the morning, but one that wont let you sleep.

Have you ever had a feeling?
One that haunts your days
Your nights
Your dreams
Your thoughts
A never ending feeling, something that is soo strong so full of energy, that you could barely stand it.
This feeling that everyone feels yet no one knows what causes it, a feeling unlike any other.
This feeling, one that is said to be your soul, finding its counterpart in anothers soul
I have felt this feeling
I know this feeling
This is a feeling that builds up inside of you until it bursts, and when it does, its the most magnificent thing you could ever feel

Her hair, long and brown, waves of blond here and there, her eyes so perfectly green its more beautiful than the emeralds in a queens jewelry. Her eyes make u shake in your boots, her touch so soft it could put you on your knees.
Her kiss causes goose bumps to run up and down your spine, at the same time.

Her touch, one of which is like an angel, yet her bite even worse than that of Cerberus

The feelings you get just being around her makes you just want to hold her, never let go, it doesn’t matter if she is
or if she is happy
or sad
or irritated
Stressed out
She could even have a great amount of hate for you, yet you still want to hold her

This feeling grows inside you, this feeling like an eternal flame. Something that makes you want to wake up in the morning, but one that wont let you sleep.

You find yourself calling out their name, yet they arent next to you, upset until they are there with you. You cant get them out of your mind, no matter how hard you try.

You tell yourself you will be with them forever, you try to do it, yet you get scare. You begin to believe that youre not good enough, afraid of the outcome, afraid of everything yet you long to be with them.

Then the fighting started constant bouts of indignity, one because of something you said, the other of something that happened earlier, most out of immaturity, and even some because of something that you wore that day.

Then comes the break up, something that you regret for the rest of your life, something that haunts your days
Your nights
Your dreams
Your thoughts
A never ending feeling of insecurity, a feeling of loss, a feeling of epic failure. Something that you wish never happened.

You want to be with them, but they never tell you how they feel, you never know if they want to be with, so you dare not ask again. You sit there; trying soo hard to hide your feelings, these feelings of love, lust, a feeling of want, a place where you know you can always go You push these feelings soo far down into your body that you feel yourself breaking, being torn apart, bit by bit. It slowly turns you crazy, but there is nothing you can do.

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Barbarian Horde
May 15, 2008, 16:08
That's really good, i really like, keep up the good work :)
Voted Scrasamax
October 11, 2008, 13:31
Well, perhaps a bit too autobiographical for a submission. No, it is too autobiographical for a submission. There isnt anything game or gaming related in this submission.
Voted Chaosmark
October 11, 2008, 18:57
I agree, this isn't submission-worthy.
June 8, 2009, 12:10
Okay, I think I will set this as a stub - not deleted, but not a sub either.

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