(no subject)
And, of course, such blinding rays of hope eminating from their mysterious origin in the darkness of the night are dimmed and destroyed by the truth outed in our conversations; the truth of my error that neither of us, or both of us together, may never recover from.
The conversations in which you first use a strobe to weaken me, followed by the aforementioned hope-arresting truth to knock me out.
Down for the count.
The conversations in which you first use a strobe to weaken me, followed by the aforementioned hope-arresting truth to knock me out.
Down for the count.