February 10th, 2009
My wounds are in the likeness of craters of the moon. A glance inside my pupil reveals such absorbing darkness withheld inside my skin, muscle, and bone that even light would be lost if shined inside.
My heart feels in pieces. It always feels in pieces.
My lungs don't work like they used to help me breathe. My brain doesn't create sense as it did before. Each day exhausts me. I don't know what to do anymore at times.
I wish you could stretch your arms from heaven's clouds and put your angelic aura around me. I really do.
With love,
Elaine xo
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With Love ◛ Michael Jackson
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