...I sought a sort of redemption in them, perhaps. A hope for the future. My garden to tend in a world that deserved to be razed.
[Again, those same thoughts come forth, unbidden, like a beating heart:]
[Since when did I begin to experience that feeling called guilt? Since when did I lose the place where I could let my head down? No longer do I have the strength to move. Only now do I realize that this life of playing house may have been my final struggle to protect my soul, to stop the guilt from consuming me. Because I know that the place I'm bound for will be too much for me.]
[He shakes his head, a hand moving up to brush through some of his bangs, back over his head.]
I hate that City. But in turn my sins keep the blood flowing that keeps it alive. In the end, I have perpetuated...too much to be forgiven.
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[Again, those same thoughts come forth, unbidden, like a beating heart:]
[Since when did I begin to experience that feeling called guilt?
Since when did I lose the place where I could let my head down? No longer do I have the strength to move. Only now do I realize that this life of playing house may have been my final struggle to protect my soul, to stop the guilt from consuming me.
Because I know that the place I'm bound for will be too much for me.]
[He shakes his head, a hand moving up to brush through some of his bangs, back over his head.]
I hate that City. But in turn my sins keep the blood flowing that keeps it alive. In the end, I have perpetuated...too much to be forgiven.