Wrotethisonebeforehemademepromisenottovisit…

I can’t give you the power, or ability, or URGE to want to love me and understand who I am; all I can do is play my song. All I can do is paint my painting, or write my story to make sure that you understand me. This painting, this story, this painting is my heart. It is all that I have left to give to make sure that, even if only for a minute, you understand. Even if only for a nanosecond you believed. Even if you only see the truth for a moment. For a second you truly believed everythinghad the potental to work out. Then we lost it.

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