fighting the fire

January 03, 2012 tuesday - 21:41

you make your bed, you have to lie in it. i fucked up, big time, and i can blame only myself.

i've loved you since forever. did you not know?
look at what we have - does it mean nothing to you?

maybe it's my fault for not making it clear enough. i could have chosen not to, but i made the wrong choice.

or maybe the choice had already been made, years ago, that black, drunken night.

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