I miss Treacle, pet name for my lovely ex girlfriend.
I am in the middle of writing an epic poem that describes my joy, then descent into madness, through the duration to the end, and further into deep dark pits of bleak despair, the events of being with her and the end of the relationship, and further on... to where I am now.
It's cold here.
The poem will be ready very soon.
Here is a lovely tragic song from the maestro, to describe my sorrow.
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zi8vJ_lMxQI[/youtube]
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Thousands of candles can be lit from a single candle,
and the life of the candle will not be shortened.
Happiness never decreases by being shared.