October 11, 2010

that bridge is on fire.

that bridge went up in flames a long time ago and with it was him.
it wasn't what you did and it wasn't what he did.
sometimes something else takes control. and he refuses to break it down for you anymore than that.
so while he bathes in his pool of shamelessness and tries to bring comfort to his third degree burns, don't pay any attention to his antics.
he'll always be the boy that was.

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