We grieved, each in our own way. I, refusing to indulge sins of the past …
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There’s a cruelty to love. At our core, none of us are truly deserving of…
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There was love in my betrayal. For I sought to capture all we once were.…
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The true burden of regret, Is not the helpless inability to change the past. But…
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The era of grand ideas is lost, forever swallowed in the swarm, the trivial instant…
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Be still my girl, in the safety of my shaking arms. Forgive my promises to…
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Tragedy is not the unforeseen, for this is merely chance, circumstance. True tragedy, is the…
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The revolutionaries, the martyrs. The demagogues, the dictators. All believed, their cause righteous. In the…
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How we suffered, each in our own way. A sadness so raw our throats could…
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Those vacuous eyes belie thoughts unspoken. For the short dress and empty rhetoric say more…
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