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		<title>The New Adventures of Mr Stephen Fry &#187; Topic: &#34;Stark Emptiness&#34;</title>
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			<title>ArleneA on "&#34;Stark Emptiness&#34;"</title>
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			<description>&#60;p&#62;It&#38;#39;s been some time now since you left me once again.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;I wonder if you even care that I battle with my inner thoughts a little more every day?&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;If I were to see you now though, I&#38;#39;m not even sure what I would say.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;There are no words fitting for how I feel.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;I guess I was wrong in thinking we shared a bond; you know, something that felt real?&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;You don&#38;#39;t and never will trust me - that is the deal.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;I told myself I would not allow you to devour my emotions; yet you&#38;#39;ve done it again.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;I so wanted to feel happiness; instead all I got was a double dose of even more pain.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;It&#38;#39;s almost as though you are punishing me for being nothing but honest, trustworthy and true.  Punished and tortured for a crime I did not commit.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;So needless to say you will be out there no doubt, having the time of your life.  Out there with the elite; the best of the best.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;In contrast, my mind, body and soul have all but given up; seems now they only want to rest, rest, rest.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;Mornings are what I dread the most.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;I open my eyes and then oh God it hits me:&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;the cold, bleak, dark and very very stark EMPTINESS.&#60;br /&#62;
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SOMEONE WILL NEED TO DEFINE THE MEANING OF TRUST TO ME;&#60;br /&#62;
SOMEWHERE ALONG THE LINE I SEEM TO HAVE GOTTEN IT&#60;br /&#62;
COMPLETELY WRONG.&#60;br /&#62;
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