Tell me, father,
Which am I to ask forgiveness for?
What I am?
or
What I am not?

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Tell me, father,
Which am I to ask forgiveness for?
What I am?
or
What I am not?
There is a fate worse than death / and it’s living to hear eulogies / for the person you could have been
Thoughts of a stray
my love looks so adorable when she's asleep ugh. I can't believe in a few days we will be together for two months, and honestly it feels so much longer. I'm so incredibly lucky to have someone like you in my life. distance is so tough and it likes go get the best of us but in a month we will be meeting for the first time and it'll all be worth it 💖 I love you megan, and i fall for you more and more everyday, thanks for all you do and helping me be the best person I can be.
But when I turned around, I saw him towering over me.He seemed taller than I recalled.Our eyes held and grasped at each other’s.Recognition sliced pain across his expression for the briefest of moments.But I saw it.And got a little warm inside.I nervously glanced at him, not knowing what to do as I walked towards him.Do I say hello?Do you greet a stranger who knows you?A stranger who knows all the secret nooks and crannies of your soul?A stranger that you once loved with all your being?No.He looks past me and waves to someone behind me: his escape route.He is mere centimeters from brushing against me.My skin yearns for him.I don’t dare turn around.I walk onward, as if nothing had happened.My knees are weak.
weak knees //m.a.w.
When had I become such a merciful being?
When?//m.a.w.
Nuyorican Soul - It's Allright, I Feel It!
Bäm!
How can i be sure
this is really life;
and not death.
Cloaked and hidden with pure white robes
that you think mean purity and freedom,
but instead are the white of the fire
that burns you from the inside out.
-M.A.W