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Friday, August 19, 2011 @ 11:30 PM
The Thespian.

"Tell me I'm forgiven say you'll always be mine.
Say that everything is over and tell me I'm fine..."

The night sky feels as though it has never been darker. With the fleeing hope of vengeance compelling me. I will attempt to recollect myself and resume my chase. But what is it that I am chasing? Am I really chasing anything at all? Or am I simply drowning myself in revenge to avoid the horrifying truth? I've lost everything that made me feel truly alive. Are my hands responsible? Are his? Who was he? Who was the mad man that stood before me tonight? I swear I've seen his face before... I know I've seen his face before.

No one deserves to live like this.


KIRA MEDUSA


" You may not be her first, her last or her only. She loved before, she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She' not perfect - you aren't either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyze and don't expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she's not there " - Bob Marley



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