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glowinthedark) wrote2006-07-31 11:04 am
glowinthedark) wrote2006-07-31 11:04 am
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fandom_muses: Topic 32 - Letter
Simon,
Given the fact that I can’t seem to shake you no matter *what* I do, I know you can probably read this letter...and that’s okay You can’t interrupt me if I’m writing, and knowing your inability to keep your nose out of anything, I know you’re probably curious as hell as to why I feel the need to sit here and do this.
I’m sick of your shit.
You’ve been trying to break me for years, and I’m still here. You won’t rest until I’m six feet underground rotting right alongside you, but I’m still breathing. You tried to hurt my family, and I stopped you.
I’ve heard of being stubborn, but this is getting a little ridiculous.
The bottom line is, I don’t care anymore. Whatever you do or say, in the end none of it matters. I know who you are, I know *what* you are...but above all else, I’ve long since realized the truth about who and what *I* am.
I’m gifted. I’m here to help others, and I’m here to keep scumbags like you from hurting innocent people.
My purpose is still to protect and serve...and the dead are still my specialty.
Difference is, with these powers, at least I can still do some good even after it’s too late.
And no matter how you try, you’ll never be able to change that...and you’ll never be able to take that away from me.
So stop trying.
-Frank
Muse: Frank Taylor
Fandom: HAUNTED
Words: 246
Given the fact that I can’t seem to shake you no matter *what* I do, I know you can probably read this letter...and that’s okay You can’t interrupt me if I’m writing, and knowing your inability to keep your nose out of anything, I know you’re probably curious as hell as to why I feel the need to sit here and do this.
I’m sick of your shit.
You’ve been trying to break me for years, and I’m still here. You won’t rest until I’m six feet underground rotting right alongside you, but I’m still breathing. You tried to hurt my family, and I stopped you.
I’ve heard of being stubborn, but this is getting a little ridiculous.
The bottom line is, I don’t care anymore. Whatever you do or say, in the end none of it matters. I know who you are, I know *what* you are...but above all else, I’ve long since realized the truth about who and what *I* am.
I’m gifted. I’m here to help others, and I’m here to keep scumbags like you from hurting innocent people.
My purpose is still to protect and serve...and the dead are still my specialty.
Difference is, with these powers, at least I can still do some good even after it’s too late.
And no matter how you try, you’ll never be able to change that...and you’ll never be able to take that away from me.
So stop trying.
-Frank
Muse: Frank Taylor
Fandom: HAUNTED
Words: 246