The next few posts were random thoughts inspired by Orkut

Yes someone stole my heart and smashed into a million pieces...

and when i went to ask for it back, she threw it into the wind...

and she stabbed my soul, with a thousand twisted daggers of lies...

and when i thought i would be left to die, she laughed and scorned my woes...

and now i live, with the last of my breath, to forget the love my heart once knew,

to die in the cold abyss of dark, where the voice of a friend will not record.