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Confession .83. I’ve Got A Lover And I’m Unforgiven…

I found God, I found Him in a Lover
When His hair falls in His face, and His hands so cold they shake…
I found the Devil, I found Him in a Lover
And His lips like tangerine, In His color-coded speak…

Confession .83.  I've Got A Lover And I'm Unforgiven...

Isn’t it wonderful… how exes never have the time to spend with you when you’re together, but have all the time in the world to stalk you when you aren’t anymore?  Lol.

Make a single change to your profile, and they throw a mini temper tantrum.

Even when you’re doing exactly what they told you to do… not waiting on them.  I’m not about to sit around and wait on you if you’ve pretty much told me to fuck off.  Maybe old Tivi would have done that… but I don’t. I don’t have the time nor the energy to invest in people who are not going to do the same with me.

It’s just not what I’m about anymore.

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Confession .68. And If You Say Something That You Might Even Mean, It’s Hard To Even Fathom Which Parts I Should Believe

If I had a highway, I would run for the hills
If You could find a dry way, I’d forever be still…

Confession .68. And If You Say Something That You Might Even Mean, It’s Hard To Even Fathom Which Parts I Should Believe

Sorry.  I’m here.  I promise.

I’ve even gained several new amazing sponsors that I should be posting more often.  My inspiration just kind of… died there for awhile.  It’s slowly returning, and so I’m going to be trying to wade gently through the boxes of things that I’ve gotten and work my way through this backlog.

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Confession .38. Sometimes You Gotta Burn Some Bridges Just To Create Some Distance…

You ever wonder what we could’ve been?
You said you wouldn’t and you fucking did.
Lie to me, lie with me, get your fucking fix.
Now all my drinks and all my feelings are all fucking mixed…

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“Feeling used, but I’m still missing you.  And I can’t see the end of this.  Just wanna feel your kiss against my lips.  And now all this time is passing by, but still I can’t seem to tell you why it hurts me every time I see you.  Realize how much I need you.”

She used to be strong.  She used to be… the epitome of independent, feminine strength rolled into a romantically submissive package.  The woman who could manage with the best of them but still come home and sit at Daddy’s feet and be perfectly content.

She used to be strong…

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