Thursday, April 12, 2012
beg.steal.or.borrow.
always happens. my emotions are jumbled and confused because of lack of affection. my heart is heavy when you are gone, and burns when you are here.
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
if you only knew what the lost soldiers did to me
white lies. whight lyes. wite lize. whyte liez. white lies.white lies.
these are what intrudes between you and i. your self affection for these things you protect yourself with. affiliated with nonsense, and for what. to avoid confrontation that may last the epitome of a yawn. to protect myself from the dishonesty, i commend all which i believe in and in the absence of your voice, i demand an apology. you may not agree, or acknowledge the fact, but your little whight lyes hurt more than a disdained and exhausted invention of your twisted mind. pitifully, the wite lize keep adding up and multiplying without a thought. it has now become your truth, and in that i cannot begin to think what the truth really is. or what reality has become. you saunter with the least bit of suspicion that i have found you out. and i wonder.
will it even matter?
these are what intrudes between you and i. your self affection for these things you protect yourself with. affiliated with nonsense, and for what. to avoid confrontation that may last the epitome of a yawn. to protect myself from the dishonesty, i commend all which i believe in and in the absence of your voice, i demand an apology. you may not agree, or acknowledge the fact, but your little whight lyes hurt more than a disdained and exhausted invention of your twisted mind. pitifully, the wite lize keep adding up and multiplying without a thought. it has now become your truth, and in that i cannot begin to think what the truth really is. or what reality has become. you saunter with the least bit of suspicion that i have found you out. and i wonder.
will it even matter?
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