Deanna. It's hard to get perspective on my own life, but this
relationship could tide me over the rest of my years. i'm not
thinking or talking about "hoping this lasts" or "take what you
can get," I'm referring to that stigmatized phrase "true love."
who knows how much that exists, but at this moment, I'd
kill myself to prove its worth. pardon my seeming egotistical
confidence, but I am tired of being unhappy. while I enjoy
melancholy, I can't abide dissatisfaction, which is squarely
where I place much of my past. now I enjoy life. who
is to say where truth even needs to be involved.
santimoniousdon't tell me how
sanctuary of despondency
razor stares in razor wires
I cut my chiseled lip
As I reach for hip to drink of
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