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our deep-felt existence – Their utterances disturbing, their haloes darkening our connection fading, your essence disintegrating... Cul-de-Sac – I seem to recall after numerous bullied falls your embracing effervescence in my darkest charcoal depression but I was unable to return that loving gesture as I walked these lonely streets in the winding maze of my young mind. Only once did I venture deeper into my constant stagnant melancholy as I thought your steps echoed mine but I was unable to cross to your side, so I just imagined a lane opening for me to say my first “hello” to lighten my darkening halo, yet I always seem to end up walking solo, forever having to turn around and all doors shut in another dead end cul-de-sac puncturing my aching heart. Haunted Highway – Years just slipped by without a whisper from you to heal 115