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How sad. How pathetic. How small. To return to these ruins after locking the gates. Where else am I to go? On what other walls should I scribble the things I've learned in Hell ( Read more... )

Another year survived, surpassed. What is left to say after what has been unsaid for all these years comes blurting out at last? I don't know. New words we'll need to mint, as our lives converge and diverge again. This time there is a levity and a looking forward to seeing sunrises from other corners of the world. The chains that bound us have ( Read more... )

Words minted in weariness will never be anything but craven's copper counterfeits, but still sometimes the desire to say something outweighs the heavy truth of having nothing to say after too many silent years and apathetic ears. Please forgive any perceived cleverness; it's as fake as anything else I am.

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She thought back to the lunatic's words. She felt a little guilty, thinking of him as a lunatic, but there wasn't any contempt in the judgement; and anyway, she felt sure that she would be considered the lunatic if she'd stayed with him for long in that place where all are mad.

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I have always longed to be rescued, and seen in the eyes of only a few the keys to my escape. Yet the glimmer of hope that such glances have given me always turn out to be just the fickle moonlight striking an odd angle in the harsh saturation of the day.

In youth, I hoped to be separated from inevitability by inexplicable strangers, and the foreign ( Read more... )

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