Something is missing, missing from my "perfect" life. There is a part of me that i don't have. And i don't know what it is, i just know it's not there. Everyday i reach for it, but it's always one step ahead, just beyond my grasp. I get so close, but never close enough. And i am nothing without it, i am nothing because it is everthing. It is all i need and all i can never have. It is that one little piece you must have for something to work, and without it,,,nothing. If i could just find out what it is i'm missing, what i don't have, maybe, somehow, i could get it. But that is the tragedy of my story: I search everyday and i don't even know what for. The unknown haunts my dreams and tears at my soul, that one secret that would complete my life. Its mystery threatens to destroy me, as i stumble through the darkness, peering into nothing and trying to find something.
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