

The CurrentThe Current.The Current
Come to me- I beg of you. I do not understand your choices, Though I wish to. Hold my hand, And follow me, I love you so much- Yet I am torn by so much- My lips wish to tell you a thousand words, And my soul begs for your answers. I do not understand this solitude, This time. It is so violent in the mind, A violence of the silent, It cannot be heard, And it cannot be spoken. Do not forget me. Please- Listen to me now. Stay with me, I know you, remember-- You cannot forget- Never forget.
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+How can this be for real? I thought I already killed you...
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Hadouken!!
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I am not the poet of goodness only, I do not decline to be the poet of wickedness also. -Walt Whitman
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Soft spoken I said, 'these blossoms, my beloved, are dying. They are dying.'
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-Timmah
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