What do you beg for when you think no one is listening, when you are alone with your thoughts, when no one can hear you but the moon and the stars?
Sunday, January 7, 2024
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All the grief that swallows us whole is pooling over the edges and bleeding into everything; changing the shape of what it touches.
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It's a funny thing. Somehow I keep thinking I'll come out of this unscathed. Truth is none of us do. There's is always some d...
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That first kiss between two people that eventually become lovers. Think about it. Insert your memories - reminisce to the most amazing ki...
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All has been quiet. Real quiet. Too quiet. I'm too indifferent right now to have an opinion. And it's probably better that I lea...
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