Author's Note: I adapted my religion reflection to fit Maes, as well as myself. I have finally gone off the deep end, and this, thusly, proves that theory.
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I give each of my friends, my dearest, closest, most precious friends a piece of my soul everytime we meet. A little part of me leaves with them, trailing close behind in order for my thoughts and hearts to belong with those whom matter the most. I lose a part of myself, leave a great hole in the fiber of my deepest being, to let everybody else know that they are loved, by me.
UselesslyI offer them a bit of myself, and they keep on taking. Each day I feel just that much more empty as nobody really pays attention to what they are taking from me, exactly. Soon, I fear I will have nothing left to give but hopeless words that show no more than desperation of recognition. This giving emptiness shows no bounds, asI want people to take me, to have me. To know that they are loved, butI too, have adverse needs.
I need to be loved as I love so helplessly. So haplessly, and so daringly. There is nothing I will not do for a friend in need. Or a friend in want. But I need them to see, they need to give back. I need a piece of them in order to fill my void. A piece of their inner fiberous being to make myself complete.
Each day, I die a little. Knowing that no one will ever give back to me what I give to them. Each night, I cry a little, feeling utterly empty. An emptiness that will never be filled.
This is why I take so many pictures, to see the smiling faces of my friends. Because I know that some day I will no longer be able to see how much they wish for me to see their smiles, and happiness. Though they do not give me a piece of them, I must take it for myself.