My innocence is mine on the cross, and you cannot have it. You will not now nor will you ever have power over me.
The truth is I miss you.
I wish I could have shown you His love, His passion, His truth. It has set me free.
I missed you. I’m sorry.
To Cho: I hope in your next life you do not have to resort to violence to be heard.
Man, though morbid, it really is poetic. Starting to read again. WHOO!