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jonas whitney adam kara driskill audra

 
there have been scars scratched into your face, and now everybody can see the craft when they look into your eyes.

meeting them there, could you handle truth and submit? its a burden only if cunstructed to be so; setting oneself free is no weekness, but strength.

i believe you to be weak

its fine, it is no longer my burden, my burden lies in the need of forgiveness. i need to know that you forgive me, and i need to forgive much.

i dont regret anything - i despise it.
the actions that happend have strengthened me; proposing that perhaps there was more to be brought to kenitic energy. even in my disgust for all things past, the only thing i care for is forgiveness.

take this as you will, you have proved that last time you are at a loss of understanding.



 ::: posted by Eddie at 12:25 PM


 
im sick of this life im leading. and tonight makes a strong blow all on its own.

i talk of my future, and how i am scared that its fucked; how the life i want to have wont happen.

(i thought you would have cared - you are in it)

but no, i dont know why i thought i could find a comfort there. i knew once before that a heart throbbed for this; reaching for the depths of dreams.

(but maybe thats all i have now - dreams of the future)

who the fuck knows what will happen? who the fuck cares.

(could have swore somebody did)

guess it starts here.



 ::: posted by Eddie at 9:37 PM


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