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Raz

Bluelighter
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Aug 11, 2002
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In an igloo made of asbestos and chicken-wire.
When are you coming back?

Whispers and blurs aren't enough anymore. Mystique is only endearing for so long. I know they hurt you to the best of their ability, but if you survived that then come back to me.

Don't tell me you've lost yourself to extinction and history when it's not true. Don't hide from the world you belong in because it might be hard on you. Don't make me feel guilty for blood that was never on my hands.

A wall made of pain surrounds your hermit heart. You never learned to forgive them, and you're never going to forgive yourself. The further you wander away the more you're lost, and I don't know how much longer I can believe in you when you won't even believe in yourself.

You're distancing yourself from the violence and the compassion both, and I can only wait for so long.

Come home..
 
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