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theres no tomorrow when there is only today and in this moment there is nothing but beauty,love, and frustration but i wouldn't have it any other way. i wouldnt have it without you. you are the only pillars that i could ever have for this stubborn bridge the only constants in my constant forever in this cruel dark world, with evil that influences and spreads it gasses about. the only light that shines through the thickest of curtains at the weakest point of my existence. i can see it in your innocent little eyes and in your tears when your upset. how could i leave you i can see the disappointment as well every time i go away. your always in disbelief. your so gentle and small. you have no idea about how ugly the world can be. I feel as though i ruin a small portion, of the innocence that i so cherish, every time i walk away. I do it for you. I do it to help you remain comfortable, humble and content in your resting place. I hope that you will forgive me. Please forget that this even occurred.
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Oct 23, 2011
Oct 23, 2011 at 8:19 PM UTC
To my children.
theres no tomorrow when there is only today and in this moment there is nothing but beauty,love, and frustration but i wouldn't have it any other way. i wouldnt have it without you. you are the only pillars that i could ever have for this stubborn bridge the only constants in my constant forever in this cruel dark world, with evil that influences and spreads it gasses about. the only light that shines through the thickest of curtains at the weakest point of my existence. i can see it in your innocent little eyes and in your tears when your upset. how could i leave you i can see the disappointment as well every time i go away. your always in disbelief. your so gentle and small. you have no idea about how ugly the world can be. I feel as though i ruin a small portion, of the innocence that i so cherish, every time i walk away. I do it for you. I do it to help you remain comfortable, humble and content in your resting place. I hope that you will forgive me. Please forget that this even occurred.
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Oct 23, 2011
Oct 23, 2011 at 8:19 PM UTC
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