Confessions P1

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic

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Thinking is fun, my thoughts aren't though.

There is value to me, in the significance of loving somone that is.

is there value to them?

In accordance to my love?

I know there is.

Fuck.

No, no I do not actually, but I hope so.

 

I smoke, and I drink.

Sometimes for fun, other times to let loose, mostly to forget unanswered questions, so many unanswered.

Am I Crazy? Will I be?

Can I be real? Will I be?

Why am I selfish? Will I be? When the time comes?

Wouldn't god be merciful? Will I be? When it matters?

Is there a mesiah to heal her? Will I be? That man, for her?

 

The only time I feel satisfied is when I am dying.

I am trying.

You're fighting.

Fuck the flames of a fireplace where I am living if you aren't.

 

I don't like it when you call yourself a walking corpse Vos, you wont die, you promised with a kiss.

But watch, I'll heal you yet.

With all my power, strength, and vibes some kind of magical miracle has to happen.

But no.

Your health funneled out slowly.

I am no Buddha, Jesus, or Muhammad. No mesiah.

 

I kept picking you up, when you were down.

It seemed to go from months to days when you'd need it.


Submitted: September 19, 2016

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