doèv mokwazyï (mokwazyi) wrote,
doèv mokwazyï

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Dead Men

I'm listening to the words of a dead man, the things he left behind. Material relics matter so little in comparison to words and feelings. The only way to heal things is with time and distraction, and sometimes Neosporin.

I cannot believe I have been such a bloody fool, letting people in enough to where they can hurt me. Pain is anger is a threat. Pain turns just as quickly to rage, rage to hate and distaste, and eventually dissolves spectacularly back into pain. So when I cut myself out of the equation there is nothing left for cruel people to hurt but themselves. I never said I liked arrogance but you put it on display all the same.

I'm taking it back. I'm taking them all back.

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