Fool's day

How fitting that today of all days will mark the end to this tragic tale.

A tragic tale that has been drawn out far too long.

There is a fine line between a hero's journey and a fool's quest.

For the first time I actually meant what I wrote drunk.


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You are incapable of forgiveness.

You also don't have the guts to kill me off.

So I will.


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Somebody else has encroached into your life.  
I know.


"i went hiking with my friend.  with whom i am still kicking it with..."



I know all your friends.  

Cept that one.  

That same one that's been all up in your weekends for the past month. 

The same one that's probably behind why you don't have the words for me anymore.  

Only so much brain/heart matter to go around amirite?  


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SO...


Congratulations.  

You've won.  

You can have your broadsword back.

Just remember to grab it with both hands as you pull out, putting that boot down for leverage.


There really isn't much more to say at this point.

I can't say enough goodbyes or spill any more guts than i've already spilt.

It wouldn't make a difference anyway.

I've thrown myself completely out there and nothing but that maddening cold hard silence as you trudge forward in a different direction.




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I wanted you so badly to be a part of my grand scheme.  I wanted rule the world with you.  But I guess it's finally time to put all that to rest.  I feel sick to my stomach, obviously I can't sleep.  Life can be such a motherfucker sometimes.  So yeah, not sure if i'll keep ya around or pull the plug completely in typical edmolee dramatic fashion...but for what it's worth i'll be around for a few.  Hit me up if by some divine miracle words come to you.  Otherwise, it's been one helluva ride doll.