Thursday, September 21
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the irony of dying on your birthday
You come over unannounced, silence broken by your voice in the dark. I need you here tonight just like the ocean needs the waves.I barely express my emotions and, more often than not, people say I am cold. I am not. . . I really am not.
I reserve my feelings for those I consider worthy for it. I can be too numb but then I can also be a hopeless devotee.
I am not an emotional person but once this thing in my bosom starts its tyranny I feel so defeated. And so here it goes. . .
I hate myself for being so insensitive. Mister, I now feel how you felt years back. I dont know if you have been using voodoos or such to remind me of you but. . . I hate myself for being that stupid bastard who constantly wounded you with a thousand flying daggers since time immemorial.
Everytime the thought of you skulks in (the periods of which is every minute I am breathing) I want to hang myself. I hate me, I hate me, I hate me.
I want you to read this, although I know this thing I am wishing for is beyond reality.
screenwriting an apology @ 8:11 AM
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You come over unannounced, silence broken by your voice in the dark. I need you here tonight just like the ocean needs the waves.