A job

A job in the end of the world, a summering killer for a large oli company, do not know why i have done half of what i'ev done, but i know that that i belong here, surrounded by my own, ex-prisoners, escapes, drifters, assholes, man for fit on mankind, there is none secound that gose by without me thining of you in some way, i want to see your face, feel your hands in mine, feel you against me, but it will never happen, i left you, every one moeves along, i woke up, and thinking that i will never see you, but somehow there you are, seating beside me in my bed, i love that i thing the damned moves, cured, and i feel as if it was only matter of time, i do not know why im writing this, i do now know what if may result in, i know that i can't get you back, i do not know why this happens to us, i feel like it's me, bad luck, poised, and i've stopped doing this world good,

once more into the fray.... into the last good fight i'll ever know.... live or die on this day...... live..... or..... die....... on this day, but one thing i know is, i will never stop thinking about how mush i love you!

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July 2015