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May you not rest, as long as I am living. You said I killed you - haunt me, then.

"The murdered do haunt their murderers. I believe - I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!"
Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights, pg. 169


The feeling of impending doom, and loneliness is ever so...hungrily haunting, is it not?
I wished I could tear my small heart apart, and live with none in place.

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Posted by martha lung on Thursday, September 07, 2006 at 9:18 PM |

what good be it to a man if he gains the world, but loses his soul?

Posted by Anonymous Anonymous | 3:34 AM  

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