Your Secret Is My Sin.

Mistakes are nothing more than false conclusions. There are no mistakes. Everything happens because it is supposed to be that way. That's fate, and I'm a strong believer of it. I did think that I was making mistakes, but then I realized what I just wrote to be true. Things about me may be changing in ways that I can't fully explain or understand right now, that's true. But I'm not fucking up my life or anything. Even if I was, then my life was meant to be fucked. But I'm not so it doesn't matter. One thing I've learned from life is that everything really does have a meaning behind it, and sometimes it takes years to see it. And then sometimes, it takes a day. Whatever the case may be, there's some bigger reason why I did what I did and why I do what I do. I'm not a bad person, but maybe I'm taking some things for granted right now. I don't like the idea of that, but at the same time, I'm not going to simply stop living my life because I fear that I might be doing it wrong, because what really is wrong when it comes to the way your life plays itself out?

You're looking through green glass
praying this won't last
another night
she stole all the stars from your sky

All secrets have an expiration date. Nothing can stay hidden forever. And most times, things don't need to stay hidden forever. The importance that backs secrecy seems to slowly disintegrate with time as situations grow and change.

Colors blend together; vision becomes nothing more than a blur. Blinded, the pull of the rope is the only thing left to rely on. Open myself up to you; see what lies inside me. You can steal it if you'd like. In this dimly lit room, nobody will ever know. So, with eyes still covered, I'll walk through that door. I can't see who holds it open. but desire's heat begins to burn my newly-fitted skin. Your secret is my sin.
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A full moon pulls the waters
No termination
No hesitation
The similarities of our lives are put into perspective on the shore
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Overturn the stones and see the marks they hide. These aren't lies, and you can no longer put on that expired disguise. Line them up the way they said. This path, you made it. No forks to face, no endings in sight. You realize that beside your own selfish feet are identical footprints. You've been here before. This circular path of indulgence was your creation. Nobody to blame but your own name.