Dear Ms. Leading,

I regret to inform you I've fallen out of lust.
It must be so hard to understand.
Did you really think me a fool enough to play along?
And make believing everything you said was true
Push your pouting lips on other unsuspecting lovers

Love,
The Dear Hunter

2.19.2008

It's the second post of the night.
Unbelievably restless and I'm ready to rip my thoughts to shreds.


There's only one cause of these destructive thoughts and one cause alone; "Max."
The reoccurring nightmare.
The realization that "Max" is buried deep within my subconscious with a grappling in hand and an unhealthy grip on the walls of my mind.

Rock/mind-climbing "Max" is there to stay.
He's set up camp and is getting comfortable.

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