Don Mann: Focusing on my Craft

Sunday, Aug. 29, 2004 - 11:10 p.m.

I can never forgive myself for the things I've done.

Not alone.

I wish I could love myself even a fraction of how much I love you. For every second of your life I savor it seems I throw out another second of my own. Devotion is a twisted form of inverted slavery. I am devoted to you, whether you like it or not.

Whether you like it or not, I'll always be here to catch you if you fall. I'll always be waiting for your phone call. I'll always listen to every word you say, I'll mark every point and notice every subtle gesture. I'll poison your air with my ill-repute, I'll always be there to intrude, and you'll never be truly alone. Everything I do, and everything I am will in some form be caused by you. My inspiration, my creations, all driven by you. In my dying breath I'll swear that all I've done I've done for my love of you...

So why don't you make this easier on us both and love me too?

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