The Exodus of Memory

[msrosiethegeek]

I am continuously astounded at my ability to misunderstand and misinterpret the human existence. I see death in abundance, with little or no room left for miracles or forgiveness. The existence of goodness is even more clouded over by my, albeit partially self-imposed, constant loneliness. I haven’t forgotten how to trust, I never knew to begin

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[jchance]

Good lord...I wish I could protect you, keep you from having gotten burned....but I can't really talk, I managed to get selfish and demanding in wanting you around and even in wanting to help. All I can say is that I _know_ I did wrong and I'm deeply sorry, all the more so for how long it took me to figure.