How did this all start? How could i keep some one so bright in the dark? Could we be ment to be? ...or... ...is this just another part of my fucked up history? I can not seem to ever set free, millions of meaningful peices of me. I'm not ready for some one so real. I'm not consiously ready to feel. She seems too perfect sometimes. Even through all my darkness, she shines. I still dream of the beauty within... ...and in the end, at the end of an end... ...i want her with me to win. I am unconscious underneath the skin. . . . . .