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I didn’t mean for it to end this way. Sometimes love is... betrayal. The coins. A priceless kiss. I’ll hang myself tonight after I see the blue in your lips. He’s compelled by a higher power. Everything will be alright in the end. His master has gotten out of scrapes a thousand times before. His love cheats death. Did I tell you anything? Did I confess all my sins? I am so dirty. Filthy. Unwashed. Unclean. Guilt washes over me. Belief or distance. Ultimatums made of secrets and crucifix kisses. I mourned for you, but you did not take the time to notice me. My Christ has been stolen. I wish for a different life. My mind. Broken and tired. It burns when he’s asleep. The rope will never break. Prophecy.