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Apr. 22nd, 2010 09:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
It's dark as pitch
behind you, the bright one
there, low in the south, with the Lyrids shooting
like hexes towards you, past you
there: one
another
behind you, the bright one
there, low in the south, with the Lyrids shooting
like hexes towards you, past you
there: one
another
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Date: 2010-04-23 05:16 am (UTC)It's different now than it was. That's
true
but what you wanted wasn't right any more than
it would have gone wrong even faster
No. I don't want that. All right? I don't.
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Date: 2010-04-23 05:30 am (UTC)And you don't know if it would have gone wrong, but that's
That doesn't matter now.
I mean
look what he's done to you, for
I do believe you, Reg. That it's gone wrong for you and you know it.
I'm just not sure you
The trap wasn't home, or Father's strictness, or even Mother and her spiderwebs of guilt and whatever else. It was in thinking theirs were the only opinions that mattered - their philosophy the only one that worked.
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Date: 2010-04-23 05:45 am (UTC)This isn't
Mordred.
It's not as if He doesn't know I think it, anyway, but I can't
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Date: 2010-04-23 05:56 am (UTC)Sorry.
I told myself I wouldn't
Look, I know it's scary, right? But you have to believe there can be another option.
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Date: 2010-04-23 06:13 am (UTC)I just
can't