Thursday, March 5, 2009

Post for Retards

This is ridiculous.
Tiresome at this point.
Let me insult myself for being insensitive for the entirety of my life being with you.
Let me shut myself up, my ego, and the whole clowning around for showing you the different faces of pain.
Let me take myself away from you, from your world, to protect you from any other harm that this cold and evil heart will deliver you.

We don't always talk. I can sleep soundly at night.
And when we talk, we argue.
And then, I couldn't give myself even a wink of peaceful slumber.

You are not blamed. And it is I who is responsible.
Let me finish this. Let me give you what you need.
A decision.
A result.
Someone who you knew a long time ago.

But that's not going to happen anytime soon.
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