Mask Makes Me 03-25-2011
With the doubts that plague our filthy minds, how is one supposed to assert order and cohesion; in thoughts so muddled with heartfelt toil, the mask of emotions covers the reality of logic. How I long to peel away that mask, break the illusion, and know the certainty of the fate that I make for myself… and for us. I lied to you and to myself. I am sorry for the wasted time. I wish that I could place the blame on my blind eyes and hidden truths, but I know I must atone for that sin, either with or without you by my side.
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