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      Last night, I looked out side into the cascading snow.There, stooped on a mound, was a creature. With arms and legs like any man but it was just too frail. Its shoulder blades looked close to tearing out of the pale mesh that served as its skin. Each rib was defined to a grotesque degree. It sat there, stark naked in the cold as snow covered its hallow shoulders.its face was hidden by its hands and what they held.      I covered my mouth at the sight of this morbid creature. As I did so, said creature presented its face to me.Slowly his body unfurled as he turned on the loose snow covered mound. lowering his hands and what they held.

     I had a heart once. I don't know when I lost it, all I know is that it was sometime ago. I believe it happened while one evening I was touring the roads on my bike. Feeling the wind through my hair, hearing it as it roared by my bare ears.     I love the way the leather grips feel under my tight fingers, or how the motor purrs between my legs. The heavy intoxicating smell of sun heated tar of the road. I will admit the odd sharp speck to the face every time a lone bug collides with me in the rush is unsettling but the whole idea that I know I'm looking cool is enough to keep me calm. Yup, heart racing fast it was definitely still ther

     It's a shame to see something so strong at it lowest. It's a shame when you realise that the thing that you believe in the most is a mere human. Flesh and bone like you. The strength that, that one human holds is the strength of changing your world with their story. One slurred story fills your mind with wonders of days passed. One slurred story continuosly played forth, etches richly in your mind. All your hopes and dreams circle that one story. The story is filled with such pride. So much pride that you feel proud to even repeat that story. So much pride that you weep at the loss of such a story. So Much Pride that the story seems un