Post Tue Jan 24, 2012 1:38 pm

Epilogue of my disaster

Cue the music. Sing for me Kelly.

Yes Eric, my life will continue without you. The earth still revolves, the bell still rings, the next serve will come and my lips have found better places to play. Hell yeah, I have so moved on.

I'm ashamed to admit you actually hurt me. Sliced me opened and served my poor ass to the masses of homophobes, but I survived. I'm still here.

You can't stop me.

You won't break me.

I no longer lower myself to depend upon you. The things you made me do don't haunt me any longer.

You took something from me, but you couldn't take all of me.

In spite of all that... I wish you well. From the bottom of my heart...

...and when you find that piece of happiness you so truly deserve like any other human being...

... I pray to God someone comes along and takes it all away.

Let's close this in a word of prayer. Sing for me Adam. *wink*

Cheers,
Marcus
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