13.1.11

Death of Me

Something is bothering me. Something unpredictable. Something very irrational, perhaps unacceptable. But it bothers me still. And it will never go away. The haunting memories, the sweet sensations, the swirling confusions, the hateful remorse, the tugged feelings, are forever intertwining inside me.

I'm either a sinner, or a fool, or simply both; a foolish sinner. But how can this be? Seriously, I feel it deep. But it's not what I'm meant to. Please ... What am I actually pleading to?

Let it be. Come to me. I'll be strong, one way or another. For I have faith in happiness. Time, dear time.

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