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unfinished. my life is tangled with untold, unfinished stories, threads just left - lost to the wind,flailingfrantically, fretting as if there is some..
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you go somewhere beautiful, filled with life, stained with light, beating-breathing alive, a place where day is still, where night is warm and bright...
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Breathing becomes like drowning, life becomes a curse that doesn't seem worth living and the very blood that pumps through your veins seems to have tu..
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heaven splits, it cracks, it divides from within, spilling out, crying out its glow of light--like a shatteredsievethat pours forth life, she is illum..
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