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[__underjoyed__]

I’ve spent my time, ever so quietly, pulling you out of me. Distant or indifferent you could say but don’t because that, honey, isn’t your style. Spitting angry words into calm conversations is more your thing, isn’t it? (That’s always frustrated me about you, truth be honest I wanted to have an effect on you, get more of a reaction out of you,

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[blasphemyinlove]

beautiful sad and bitter, that's what it is/was, don't you think? it's a dangerous combination, but irresistable, obviously. what can we do. where can we get our answers from. her? i don't think so. us? maybe, some day. and the questions? so many fucking questions. why and how the most obvious. but so many more. what was it? and what for? what did we all gain, what did we take away? questions and confusion, that is my state of mind nowadays.

so maybe we can give it a name and put it to rest, how does that sound for a conclusion. kind of like the writing on a head stone, to make this story morbid.

-- a mistake? perhaps, but that's not what is most important.

--lets call it a time spent and lived and lost, but lived nonetheless.

so there we have it- an end. black screen/red curtains. bow and retreat and i'm done.

[i love you, my only drug, now lets go to bed]

[electuary]

you have been quiet lately.