April 25, 2013
My hands are trembling; they are sodden with the traces of the lives I could not save.

I will never ask for your help. I will never want your help. I am alone. I don’t need anyone. Why would I start with you?

I will never show my weakness; I can never express my pain.

Suffocate me all you need. I won’t breath, but it’s okay.

May 11th, 2013
Patron Saint, are we all lost like you?

I am the Parton Saint of lost Causes.

Maybe I’m the champion of being alone.

July 2nd, 2013
When are you going to start making me feel like I actually make a difference to you?

November 25th, 2013
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