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Such was our calling. [Apr. 22nd, 2008|11:53 am]
Believe me. I missed you with everything I had. I bit my tongue and coughed up blood. Drunken nights left me with cuts all over my hands. Drugged nights left me with cuts all over the place. Blood on shirts. Nights without you. How can I explain this? This is all I know. One must know the difference between good and bad and to know... One must understand. And I don't. I cannot begin to. I think you to be a fool. If I love you, the way I say I do, would I want you to do this? If you love me, the way you say you do, would you want to put me through this? The whispers will never stop. True. False. They will never stop. I won't stop going until there's something to make me. Maybe there's a reason you came to me, after all. Maybe there's a reason why I look for you. I'm looking for something to make me stop.