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[we_are_all_dead]

well, it's finally getting cold in february and your voice and heart are growing cold to match the weather. I hope you find what you're missing. late nights in front of this computer screen and i'm doing badly, thanks for never asking. after all this time wasted, i'm writing this in hopes of an end. i have to say i envy your skill at getting your way. if i could concentrate all the energy you took from me, i could bend metal with my mind and i'd bend this broken halo around your neck so fucking tight i'd end your life. an angels recognition crashes into lies and regret speaks to absence about the times i've tried. it's lonely walking for miles by yourself. i hope you know the mistakes you made and i hope you're painting nothing but smiling faces again...you fucking deserve it.

i saw the girls of cant face the falling. they're a great bunch of kids. at least i got to forget about all the things that have been bothering me for a little while today. thank you girls.

xo//edwinjames.