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Why does it always feel as if I'm falling...deeper and deeper into the crushing shadows of the abyss called "oblivion..." yet somehow never reaching the ground? The cold of sorrow gripping me in the ever-tightening claws of despair, I seem always to be in pain now. In my mind I see myself fall to the floor, holding my head in my hands, trying not to scream and fighting back the tears welling up from the deepest and darkest places of my soul. The days passing in a blur of useless nothings and empty words and I am alone again, staring at the darkness of the ceiling representing the midnight sky hovering so close, and yet somehow always just beyond my fingertips...And from somewhere deep within the darkness of this void, I hear the souls of the damned whispering to me all the imperfections of the world. And I begin to feel sick, sick with the knowledge of how meaningless things have become. And now, ahead, there seems to be something shining, somehow growing closer though I am still falling...A knife, I see, not shining or getting closer, but glinting with cold delight and falling to meet me. My hand, with a will of its own, reaches out for it, seeking to end the cold sickness and endless fall...reaches out, 2 inches, 1 inch away...just beyond my fingertips...reaches out and grabs your outstretched hand, almost grabbing just beyond your fingertips...and now I hear only the whisper of your voice as you say the only meaningful words i have heard since pushed over the edge of sanity...the only words that would reach me, that would make me feel again...I grabbed your hand and you whispered into my world, "I love you..."