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The deserving of love are the undeserving of it. Of this I’m sure.

The light comes on that much brighter inside the moment that its been turned on from being off for so long.

I’ve been living in the broken silence of darkness and heartbreak. Learning all the corners of my lonely soul with blind eyes, and an open mind. What I’ve found is that I know this thing a little better.

Some of it comes from feeling it. From hurting. And knowing why the hurt helps.

Some of it comes from wanting better, and willing myself to strive to be honorable enough of a man that god wills it for me as well.

I’m resilient because I’ve been cloaked in loves royal robes and know what burdens become armor in the end.

My ears, arms, lips, and loins have been deprived of your replys and so I drink your words down hard, cut with anxiety and excitement, and chase it with a tear drop shot...

Not knowing whether it’s closing time, or if the party just started. But “I know who I want to take me home…”