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Alicia Baslazari
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Date Posted: 17:06:56 06/29/05 Wed
In reply to:
Zeth
's message, ".:. Days I wore a skirt .:." on 16:30:50 06/29/05 Wed
Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs.
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
$Curled within the sheets that screamed the man she was married to, who she loved with all her heart, and just left with that of another woman...Alicia cried. Crimson tears, tears of sapphire, it no longer mattered. Pillows grew damp as soft sobs were muffled for a time. Only when the soft and frightful voice Zeth was found echoing within her mind did the walls and strenght to remain strong fully break. Our daughter... The words echoing on and on like a broken record. Her child had died, been lost to that of Brillian so long ago had she not? But no, perhaps he was right. Constance had the appearances of Alicia, all but her eyes...her eyes the haunting jade of the once demoness that haunted Alicia's dreams and made her life living hell, yet at the sametime...Alicia felt for. A part of her had died that day with Sabra and the others, watching Brillian fall at the hands of another just to save that of the confusing and still confused Zeth. Oh what a wicked hand of fate this was.
Sobs grew louder, sure to be heard within the kitchen, as Alicia poured out her anger at having a daughter that she thought dead, to have lost the man she loved, yet would never fully release, to the lose of so much time with "their" daughter, and to the knowledge that now...Alicia had nothing. She was nothing...lost and broken, she could not die, though she no longer lived. And the one thing she wished for lay crumbled at the feet of another. Why stay home...there was nothing left for her here $
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.
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