HER'S

A relationship is not about having a handsome boyfriend or having a pretty girlfriend.. It's not about trying to make things perfect because there are no perfect relationships... But it's finding someone who matches you and would accept the worst of you and will go through everything without giving up on you... What you spend years building, someone will try to destroy overnight, Build it anyway. What i have learnt in my time in Second life is there are more people unhappy then there are happy and why is that? I was one of those unhappy disgruntle people until i found london she gave me a reason each and everyday to be happy. So I ask on such a amazing platform to be all you want, why is it coupled with so much hard ache and pain ?When you find serenity and happiness, Why do they become jealous instead of being  happy for you? I found happiness and peace in this woman she made me a better person  RL and SL. I can't say it enuff I love her. I wish instead of people seeking out reason to throw stones and make drama in me and her relationship, they would see how amazing we are together and see how she motivates me to do the creative things i have done. This video is just another example of her being the muse of all things I do. I know we can't turn back time I know we can't right those wrongs But at least inside my mind it doesn't feel like you're gone .

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My London the lost tapes

Cleaning my computer i ran across couple of things me and london did that we just never got the chance to use or put out. I'll post them as i find them some might not understand the craziness of our relationship but  I realize she is Just apart of me thats hard to let go

The mind of Sparta

In this farewell
There’s no blood
There’s no alibi
‘Cause I’ve drawn regret
From the truth
Of a thousand lies

So let mercy come
And wash away
What I’ve done

I'll face myself
To cross out what I’ve become
Erase myself
And let go of what I’ve done

Put to rest
What you thought of me
While I clean this slate
With the hands of uncertainty

So let mercy come
And wash away
What I’ve done
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