Most writing pieces have proper titles, but it doesn't really make it any better or worse if it has the title or not.
Just a note.


.19.01.2009.Heartbeat slowing as temples pulsate, throbbing dull and empty, falling in with the rhythm, blocking out the pain with mental skill, or is it just the chemicals, from each little pill? Drifting with a heartbeat, thoughts consuming plenty; she drifted, into dreams..19.01.2009.


19.01.2009.Nose pressed against cold glass, breath hot and searing, fogging up the window smudged with fingerprints, she sat steady, waiting, anticipating the moment nearing. A flash, gone in a second followed by thunderous, roaring hints; that the storm is here.19.01.2009.


19.01.2009You fell from the Heavens, fast-paced heart racing, slipped between the clouds, not a soul chasing. I'll never know why they let you escape, how they let you go, as long as they don't need you back, for I'd be filled with woe.19.01.2009
Maybe you're too special, too perfect for their world, and you make me feel amazing, like no ordinary girl. You're the other half of my soul, the keeper of the key, you unlocked my heart, you're everything I need.
My pulse races and slows, I swear it skipped a beat, take my hand and kiss my lips, a gesture ever so sweet. I love everything about yo
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