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We could only sigh as the sun departed.It's glow was too meager to sustain itself, and I gaped at it's vacancy.I revered the bleak cold it left,and I ..
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The candle retracts from my faceAnd sears my hand as I reach forwardTo save the light I basked within.Forced to stumble into the dim worldHolding ever..
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Estranged from my body, I feelThe thoughts I deny gushat my presence, screaming ofThe memories betwixt then and now.Though I can hear their intrusion,..
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It was an odd sensation, the feel of one's hand touching my own. She stood with me, fingers clasping at the other's, her eyes locked onto my face. She..
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There's a pang of weaknessStanding aloneNot by myselfBut aloneGiven to one's selfTethered by one's selfBeaten by one's selfCrippled by one's selfYou w..
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I'm given a piece of myself.It's a pitiful thing to behold; alone it is worthless.I'm told to be it's father.To be nurtured, to be heard, to be known,..
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