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It only rains purple with tears of my blood. I live for something more than this with something that drives me beyond being driven. I am alone here and this is the way that I want it. What I want is truly personal.
I dream of a life that is greater than anything that I believed it could be, a hidden freedom that keeps men shackled to things of little substance. I want to be shackled to a habit so severe that success is the only recourse.
There is nothing left for me, only this and there is punishment and the success that waits for me on the other side of it.
I want purple rain just as sure as I want lucid blue waterfalls. I must have on to have the other. These are my tears, you are my witness.
