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Eleven fucking years We lived with that. Fucking heart breaks and burns. Hell can't compare with what he did. After 4 years of calm your going back? Your so fucking ignorant. I can't believe you have already forgotten. You have no right. Think of her. You amaze me on how much you can careless. Through every fucking thing he's done You still love him? How? Why? You want my support you say? FUCK YOU!!!!!! I WILL SUPPORT NOTHING WITH HIM. I FUCKING HOPE HE DIES. He dose this then try's to buy his way. Your so stupid. I'm tempted to leave. Not like you would care. I really hope you wouldn't. Here I stand. I'm not confused by his tricks. Is a simple word enough to make you lose control? Your simple minded is so. Manipulation is his game, your the player. I believe that hes truly gotten to you. If you go back, the cycle wont end. Your like a little kid. Trembling crying his name. How can you do that when hes the reason for your pain? So many questions, so little answers. So answer me one more. When he kills you, what do you want me to tell the cops?

Angles open side lines. Sitting on the bench. Death provides the guidelines. The witch presents the sin.

Silly monkeys, holding truth to the biggest lie of them all. Who are you to say I've sin and I must repent.

Scorn me if you must, smile I will. Hell hath no fury. Heaven holds no truths. You say I'm sick. Fuck you.

You say come before me, yet I cant see you. I say give me a sign and all I see is my wall.

Shun what you do not understand. We all do it, I can understand. So simple minded. I hold deep my true thinking.

Who are you to wave your finger? Do you hold the key's to truth?

A book you say? A book is the key to all of this. You call it a key, I will call it fiction.

Prove to me that I'm wrong. I believe what I believe. Want to kill me for it? What's the point? You say I will already go to hell. I'm shakeing.

I have come to the divine realization that confection is horribly over rated, and that Symbiosis is a greatly misunderstood subject. Though scary; one must live off the other. Feeding off the hope that that they will not break the bond that they both benefit from.

Yet perfection is solely based on opinion, you influence mine greatly.

Dull stains a Crimson wash board as the rust consumes the rest.

I don’t understand your intentions, but I understand your influence to a sad, and miserable extent.

The color is all washed out, and black and white can’t seem to capture all the breath taking effect it used too. All the sounds, structured speech which we all seem to conform too is not enough. It’s just not enough to bring out this feeling I have for you.

This my dear, is my definition of love.