Nothing fixes a thing so intensely in the memory as the wish to forget it.
– Michel de Montaigne
Suffice You
I will pull the sun from the sky for a rainy day if that is your desire. I will be a stool to rest your feet upon if ever they are tired. I will be the cure to your infection, the bandage to your wounds. I will be the gauze to your bleeding cuts and your…
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No Airbag, We Die Like Men
If only there was a way to let it all be free, to open myself like a cookie jar, emptying out the rotten contents for the birds to peck away at in their hunger. If I could guess I would say that even the birds would refuse it. Poison of the mind cannot purify itself…
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