Everyone Before We

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I wish i had learned where all good things came from. But, i dont regret anymore because now i know exactly where all good things come from. He is love, and... yes, i admit, this ahs been said one too many times, but i've been taught never too let the phase tire out, to save it one more time, just in case that someone special happens to be lurking about in a bush, or, in my case, unlike many of my own, on a cloud... perhaps he was looking over me, but only just now was able to see my face, though, not in full. 

I miss him, there are aches in my chest- and, doesnt this feel repeated, as if ive already spoken on my heart to you before? but... its different, seeing eyes, born for a third time. there is something new, something in me that wasnt there before, now it seems as if everyone before we was a game, as if i was the main character and they were all faults within me, where they not then? they were, faults... within me, was i, then, wrong to have loved them in the first place, then what of now, sir? what of now and what of this moment, this would be nothing then, had it not been for my hurt prior to me telling this story. 

I believe that all things good come from him, he radiates them form his being, i can feel that he loves me, even now... even now... and now... and now... now... now... i will always, i can feel him when i close my eyes and when i do, i know that his soul is pure and i needn't worry so much then. i needn't worry so much and yet i still do, i still do... i still do.