warso this is how it is, me signing my life away and you standing, whether tears descend from those remarkable eyes should be of no concern to me, what happens to me should be of no concern to you, death is such an overated thing, your life is easier with out me in it, is it not? look at the passing time, the seasons, the lives, and with out mine your world seems to get along just fine, does this mean i will not be there? who knows, but you shouldnt care, who cares but shouldnt? would that be me? would it be wrong to say that I have given up, or is it what you want to hear, cause then you could be happy, cause thwar
soul coughinghow can i remember, or rather why is a better question. but the reality of it all is that i dont feel, its odd to say there is a feeling of nothingness. to feel nothing is still to feel is it not? ponder on, while sadness and happiness intertwine into that one being, and for what to my own, for what i inquire as these knuckles bleed bruise and fracture all over again, i try to see some hope, i honestly do, cause if you knew it all then maybe you'd get it, but then I would be exposed, do I need that, more importantly, do YOU need that? screw the politics of wanting, although you do say it is better,soul coughing
damnyou know i would spend my last cent, use my last ounce of energy, and put forth my last second of time, on you, with you, for you, and yet you see a married man, how quaint. after stating you refused to be the reason for a divorce, you see him, although, what youve done with him has not been said, i fail to see what you mean. but if it is what you want, then so be it. I can rip out my own heart, do with out it, can i do with out u? if it makes you feel better, then anything. why? why you may inquire? because the worst part about me is that i am human, and being in such an agonizing state i can not hdamn
Apathyapathy, something i wish i had at the moment you know it is my fault, to hear that angelic voice of yours, discontent, over the damned lack of conversational skills i embody apologIze? a thousanD times if it wiped back any nOtion of a tear from those beautifuL eyes wOuld i walk away from you again? Only if it meant happiness, for you, but for me for me there is nothing but the coldApathy
slate streets i pace eVEryday, waiting for You to see, how much you really do mean to
me, and hOw far i would be willing to go to prove anything and everything to yoU.......
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Life's not beutiful without the pain.
-Republic's Guardian-
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