"Even if you've forgotten who you are, you could at least try to remember what you mean, and who you mean it to.""I think I've forgotten both who I am and what I mean. And why should I care? Why should any of us mean anything."
"You're just talking now. You do not have to talk if you don't want to.
"What is left to talk about? These are our lives and they have both begun and begun to end."
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wow...
As my sleeping fingers run down her sides
I lay next to her looking deep within her beautiful eyes
Reading her expressions telling me the stories of her past life before we met
All the pain she's experienced like a man being abused after not being able to pay his debt
She holds in so much pain that it seems like she leaves no room for happiness
Her body I can see hungers for love like a subtle wolf wild and ravenous.
Her beauty reminds me of the summer breeze
Listen carefully as my words fall and flow as sweet as the autumn leaves
You can choose to end it now or end it later. Either way it's going to end.
How?
So beautiful and true. It's a voice that comes alive in the middle of a dark cycle, when you're too far in to stop it, and it's too far from the end to breathe.
I love you - I'm here not going anywhere
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