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There's no complaint here anymore. Keep my poet's tongue, I guess you needed it more.
Keep my bond with the forest, I was never worthy of it. No one really could be, but the spirit that held me as I journeyed deserved a better host.
Keep my health and beauty. It was wasted anyhow, wasn't it? Leave me ugly forever, it'll match the inside.
Keep that feeling of peace I had regained. I guess I'm a worse person for it anyhow.
Keep my purity and holiness. Keep every ounce that made my soul sparkle, and let me sit condemned then.
Keep it all.
But do not, DO NOT, make me a demon amongst men and then deny me an angel to counter it.
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I think this needs clarification. I am terrible with women, I really am. I'm good at one part of the relationship, and that's really it, and as proud as any male would be about it I'm not anymore. And I don't see myself ever getting better, even when I try. But to every boy I dated I'll be damned if I didn't cherish every moment I spent with them, if I didn't try to hold the moon above us so we wouldn't part. I had to pull the car over the last time I saw Will because I couldn't get a kiss goodbye because his parents were home and I cried silently for half an hour. I haven't seen him since, and we'll never probably see each other again, he's happier anyhow I think. But during the times we were together he was genuinely happy, to a point it disturbed him because as he said "Love is anti-punk." We didn't even have sex! We were just together.
I don't know anymore. I just don't. I'll just hang on until I either get grim news or life turns out.
Keep my bond with the forest, I was never worthy of it. No one really could be, but the spirit that held me as I journeyed deserved a better host.
Keep my health and beauty. It was wasted anyhow, wasn't it? Leave me ugly forever, it'll match the inside.
Keep that feeling of peace I had regained. I guess I'm a worse person for it anyhow.
Keep my purity and holiness. Keep every ounce that made my soul sparkle, and let me sit condemned then.
Keep it all.
But do not, DO NOT, make me a demon amongst men and then deny me an angel to counter it.
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I think this needs clarification. I am terrible with women, I really am. I'm good at one part of the relationship, and that's really it, and as proud as any male would be about it I'm not anymore. And I don't see myself ever getting better, even when I try. But to every boy I dated I'll be damned if I didn't cherish every moment I spent with them, if I didn't try to hold the moon above us so we wouldn't part. I had to pull the car over the last time I saw Will because I couldn't get a kiss goodbye because his parents were home and I cried silently for half an hour. I haven't seen him since, and we'll never probably see each other again, he's happier anyhow I think. But during the times we were together he was genuinely happy, to a point it disturbed him because as he said "Love is anti-punk." We didn't even have sex! We were just together.
I don't know anymore. I just don't. I'll just hang on until I either get grim news or life turns out.