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You'll never see me pull another stunt like this again, It's just not me. This box of rocks settles to the bottom of the sea. So don't bother... not this time. ...read more

"The pot is empty, but what we have gained along the way is greater than gold." The pot of gold at the end of the rainbow Is nothing more than a constellation prize For those who...read more

she's so strong, but not quite if you look beyond that wrinkled brow to those trembling eyes she's shaking and nothing will steady her out you've forgotten she screams but...read more

I don't want to fight anymore Lets just lie here And listen to our hearts Move to and fro ...read more

We spoke in ruined tongues, our words illegible. We were merely two disfigured kids holding hands in the dark, as if this was our only unspoken connection. And I wanted to feel the...read more

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