It freed us - what sweet moments we indulged after agreeing precious few remained.
Tag: original
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No Love Lost
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Darkness says she’s not left-handed
Gentle ambition lives among the fears of wasted breath. No sooner had I clung to this revelation than the cliff stopped abruptly at the entrance of my fall. Honestly, rude.
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Memento
Remember you die, so you do not forget to live.
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IDKWNTHT, but,
Do you ever wonder, in a million voices screaming at you; hey, why am I such a loser piece of garbage? And you know, you know, it’s coming from somewhere - past, present, whatever. Then you realize, it’s just one voice: it’s just yours. Even as you write you know you know you can never share this because relatable trauma only, please.
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turtle dove
keep me
on your
side
because my
love
will not
flip over
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Solemn
If solidarity were enough,
I would write until my fingers bleed.
No.
If it made a difference, I would cry,
for every broken heart
and soul.
No.
I am speechless, I am distant,
but I am not silent
and that is not enough.
No.
More. -
h i h
Now and then? More like: all the time, everywhere, all at once. That sounds like the most British thing I've heard. The only thing, honest, and you should be honest. Tell me how to get there and I swear to you, by sould, by blood, by iron, we leave. Well, did you find a bowl or not? Have you lost your mind? Your head sloshes full of soup. Consider that, your eye half eaten by the falcon, Horus. Maggots wriggling about the lens - have you no shame? Nothing to see here, not since I lost my eye, after all.
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