Friday, November 18, 2011

No.
Nonononono. He's not here. He's not anywhere.
The man that I feared is dead to me. May he never cross my path. The man that I feared died to me years ago. The man that I feared is dead to me. The man that I loved is all that remains. The beautiful. The positive. The time before I feared him. The man that I feared is dead to me. May he never cross my path.
It's not him, just someone who looks like him. It has to be. Logic.
Fuck.

2 comments:

  1. Sweetie, please hold on. Deep breaths. You're alright. Everything's going to be alright. I'll... I'm going to come talk to you, alright? I'll be up soon.

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