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You were never able to read these thoughtful secrets I hid under my skin,  you simply ignored the inevitable outcome of the outburst pulsing and radiating through my scent and stare.  You never once tried to understand the complex nature that disrupts my actions.  To you I was simply an oddity in nature, destroying itself for the creation of others.

Yet for me, you were the angel and I was the one praying.  My life spent before I held the currency.  It was as if I knew my fate and my beginning, all these things changing me were only to better suit you.  I cannot remember who I even am anymore.  My entire life is catologed in scars.  Only love for you, nothing else even exists.  I used to think I lived a story of rage and heartbreak, but make no mistake; this is a love story.

You can never change words once written, and I hold the fragments of words in every part of me and they were written to you.  I wish only to change myself to the man I once was,  for you hate the purpose driven machine I have become.  

If you starve a man of warmth he gains a fondness to the cold.