Im sorry Fay... Im sorry I couldn't protect you, and Im sorry I couldn't save you.
You deserved a better fate...
My tears, although stinging, carry retribution within them.
I still have your blood on my arms... I can still smell your death... even after I wash it away... I think the stain will stay.
Im like cigarettes.
I seem cool to do at first...
After the cool wears off, you find yourself addicted to something that is not at all good for you.
Resentment and addiction intertwine.
Finally, be it a sense of self preservation, or simply the high cost, you realise you have to kill it off.
*sigh*
Welcome to me. At least Im honest about it.
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Angelus
16:44 Apr 15 2011
Aw ... eh.