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\nsupplicate<\/p>\n
There’s never been a worse time than too late<\/p>\n
Ever after nothing matters the past has passed and will not retreat<\/p>\n
no matter how you entreat<\/p>\n
implore beseech beg
\nsupplicate<\/p>\n
on knees, clenched fists<\/p>\n
the tears of salt and blood<\/p>\n
I failed to be your savior<\/p>\n
even now I admit you would despise the sentiment<\/p>\n
strong willed, brilliant mind and a heart of pure..<\/p>\n
I can’t say the word.<\/p>\n
Its just a stupid word.<\/p>\n
I have been a gore-mand and yet I’m so afraid, so keenly afraid and so morbidly attuned that I fear<\/p>\n
I am a hypocrite, for all the detestable scenes that I’ve attuned myself to<\/p>\n
and yet a word runs like a ice through my spine and drips like acid from my core<\/p>\n
fire<\/p>\n
the gift of life and the element of my insanity<\/p>\n
it took you away from me and I cannot reconcile that<\/p>\n
my princess, my love, my pride and my joy and many things that words can only cheapen<\/p>\n
yet I’ve tried to write it all down for you I ran out of time I never got to say Goodbye<\/p>\n
and even if I had, it would never be enough<\/p>\n
You were destined for greatness and still kept an open heart<\/p>\n
If ever was created a being near perfection it was you my dear<\/p>\n
I never was quite good enough, I could never measure up<\/p>\n
I failed at giving and loving and especially protecting<\/p>\n
I ran out of time to say all the things I needed to tell you,<\/p>\n
how proud and satisfied and mesmerized of you I truly was<\/p>\n
I’ve sat down to write you this letter many dozen times now and I can never get through it<\/p>\n
either the tears or some strange belief that admitting it would make it true,<\/p>\n
even though it’s been years since I’ve seen you<\/p>\n
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