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Pulling me back in again. It's super magick. You're a magnet. I disdain so much about your frame, but it's magnetic. You're too short, the muscles that exist in your torso are like you're trying too hard. You don't fill out a tux well, and I think you know. I think you try to make up for that...

How do we find hope in our heart and the beauty in our story? 

If I know one thing, it's this: we find those things by writing our story.

But there's more to it than that.

We find hope and beauty in our story by writing what feels ugly in us out. 

And we can do this through journaling,...

It's come to this, release me.

And then your arms open and I don't want them to. It's come to this - I always say the opposite of what I really want with you. It's where I learned to communicate. It started with no when I meant no, but no one ever listened when I spoke that way. If I wanted your...

I'm not sorry.

The inky night made me do it and I'm not sorry. You have no idea how alone I was in that car, in that hand-me-down sunbird, in that bucket seat, behind those headlights, in that alley. The night was a maw. You have no idea. I'm not sorry. What would you have done? You would have...

I look to you and I see nothing. 

It's a skill I wish I didn't have. I can see your emptiness. So many years wasted trying to convince myself I was wrong and wishing I was. You're a skin covering with bad intentions, nothing more. You're a sheet of blackness in 3/4 time. You give waltzing a...

These precious things, let them bleed. 

I hadn't heard of Tori Amos at that time, but that's what I was thinking. I don't know where that nihilism came from. But if I had to guess?

From feeling invisible. From reporting and being told he was a moneymaker - nothing was going to happen. But,...