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In Search of Lost Laughter

By Anonymous
my muse, my inspiration, the grail from which flows my youth, why have you abandoned me? what has chased you away? I am crippled, limping - my mind travels to the depths of a broken spirit in search of you. why have you abandoned me?

all I have left is your residue. I am incomplete. I know not true joy when you are gone. jubilation dies as it bursts forth aborted by pain. I will the ground to open up and swallow me every time I cannot find you. you used to tell me jokes, and hilarious notes. you used to make me smile by myself when you reminded me of pranks past.

return to me, only you can heal me. I will go to the ends of the earth to search for you, if that is what it takes. I would tear out this aching heart that locks the door to your prodigal return, but it is where you reside, it is from where you feed my happiness. Return grace unto me, erase this nightmarish agony that haunts my waking moments.

whisper distractions into my ear, I need them, this pain consumes my every smile.

return to me, only you can uplift me. I lie at the bottom of sadness, alone.

whisper happiness into my ear, I need it, I am distraught without it.

return to me, I beg you! return to me...
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