Feb 25, 2007 23:04
"Fuck your idea of salvation
And let the trumpet sound.
Storm a plague unto your heart...
Until its last worthless pound."
Guilty conscience.
A sin of thought.
When the rage becomes mindless...
Help. Me. It's what you're supposed to do.
Give me a day. I can't stop this anymore.
Steal me from the night.
(Phantoms)
I'm begging.
Purge me.
Please.
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i love you. more than life. ill always do whats best for you.
youre not wrong here. (and you know i think objectively.) youre perfect.
fuck. i wish i could express this. flowery happy warm breeze flowers in the wind lovey sentiment. ill sweep you away tomorrow night. all you have is 4th tomorrow. and i know youll be strong. i know you can get through it and be better for it. mentally. trust the fetish if you dont trust me. (fetish: "trust hooch." irony!) tomorrow night. ill come. and so will the kink. ;)
i love you BAM. and i will always - fucking ALWAYS do whatever it takes to make you as happy as you possibly can be. this thing. well get past it. together. youre so much better than this. i believe in you completely and we can get through this. you and me.
youre so beautiful. dont let this get to you.
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