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The heart shall pen its final beat in brittle veins of paper skin in ode to life lived incomplete – the great wide empty born within.

The sun also sets. ~ Ernest Hemingway

There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in. ~ Leonard Cohen

I want to be haunted again.

The last breath floats to the stars.

The muses are ghosts, and sometimes they come uninvited. ~ Stephen King

Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter. ~ Martin Luther King, Jr.

You’re just another story I can’t tell anymore.

My room is so quiet and empty, it hurts. ~ Nina LaCour

Most of love is lost.