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Now There's Nothing Left But Time - 2005-06-30 1:08 a.m.
...never let this go...
We've always known what we wanted. I don't think that ever was a problem. How to achieve our goals...well, I suppose we were both too stubborn and set in our ways to explore to obvious.
Too many excuses. Well, frankly, I'm sick and fucking tired of them all. The ghosts still haunt me...the malevolent, but especially the benign ones. The scars have been carved, sure, but does it really matter now?
Please don't hold any more pain away from me. It hurts so much more in small doses than in one large one. This is my final warning; if you strip me of my defences once again, I don't think I'll be able to handle it. Are you willing to watch me die again?
But I don't believe that will happen. I trust in that with the entirety of my heart. I know your indirect way of love. Your so bright and beautiful that it burns to the core to touch you. I know deep inside that you will avoid hurting me as much as you can with your caustic passion.
I know I've owned your heart and soul for this entire time. But your mind, your memories...I trust that this time, you are giving them to me complete and whole heartedly. Am I a fool for believing that? Probably. But I suppose I've always been a fool. Only a fool would be happy to follow another thru the fires of hell time and time again, and I've never regretted doing it once.
I suppose...even if I am wrong...even if my trust in unfounded, and you deem it necessary to break me for a final time, it doesn?t matter. I'd rather die a thousand deaths inside your arms than live a life outside of them.
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