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This is my story. . .
My heart crumbles into a million pieces of departured love. My soul is slowly dieing while whatever ounce of happiness i still have will wilt and die like a rose kept from the forever glowing sun. I will become a body with blank eyes, a black heart, and no spirit. The dancing indian child channting "raise her love, happiness, and compassion" will be hit with hatred like a thousand raging arrows piercing all over her tiny wilting body. The little qwarky child in my mind will stop thinking up fun and crazy dreams for me to dream and any hope of finding my true secret agent lover man will disinigrate and i will die a lonely, forgotten girl who lost her mind, body, and soul. I will no longer be sarah, i will no longer be weetzie. I will be death, searching for joyful spirits to feed off of like a leech sucking the blood out of my heart. . . that is bairly beating