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Parts of this blog have been fictionalized. 9. As it was created through the halls of the mind in the grasp of psychosis.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Losing Morpheus

Losing Morpheus for myself was a separate event. IN a way, we did it through our own inability to resolve conflict. We can't finish. SEx is just patch up's. ou can't call once every two months, and build a bridge from me to you. Wood and links are missing. Someone will fall through eventually.

The fact that we lasted as long as we did is impressive. BEcause that's my own personal record.

He doesn't want to be right enough. Long enough. Hard enough . For whatever it takes. No matter what. And relationships that do last require that.

In hindsight, maybe I didn't do that either. Earlier. But we all say that. AT the end. When it's too late. To do anything about it.

I left him 20 TXT-messages, calling him an "asshole" and a "fuckwad." And I keep trying to burn the bridge. BEcause--

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