All that is is left unsaid is foolish for it changes nothing. It doesn't sway your emotions; it doesn't set your heart afire; it doesn't accomplish a damned thing. It is foolishness.
This is my pentance for all that I have done wrong. This is my punishment for all that I leave unsaid. To feel as I do; to act the way I act. The desires of my heart are the rally cries of my head, for the war will rage between them till the end of all these nights.
Night.
That is when this comes out. It is where it was born and will probably be the location of it's death. But how to kill it? How do you end something that cannot die no matter how hard you try? It is a Beast that I have created: a Beast that will undoubtibly end me.
Perhaps that is it's function, to end me. Oh, not in a physical manner mind you but rather in a more profound way. This seems to be my eternal struggle. Nothing else affects me greater than this. I'm will to wait for almost anything in this world be it fame, fortune or peace; however I find it impossible to wait for love. And while I will it becomes more painful with each passing day.
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