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𝖠𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗍

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Let me tell you beloved. I will never forgive you. Now my feelings mean nothing to me what a blessing-or is it a curse.

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Ever just want to scream? Been holding it in do long it's getting louder.

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And when you ripped me apart and left with your return you stole my image as if I had broken you first. Never again

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A child who wished the world monochrome,has the bittersweet curse of evil

Ludic youth turns her to a vacant quean,a heart to brim with tristful- witch of medieval

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Nepenthe

Frowning,screaming,anger of storms.

The silent screaming becomes loud at dawn.

Wishing the sun a cursed goodbye.

All his rage melts in the poison of night.

Deaf to the snores,relish to the skies.

A drystan soul turns to a seraphic expression.

Ended thirst from the dark of transcience.

Dances under the elysian moonlight.

And-when the ebony ends.

Returns the toska within him again.

Longing for the feeling which diminishes senses.

He whispers I love you every midnight

The avarice of light the addiction of fright.

When its gone he remains ineffable.

The sun didn't rise,the night didn't fall.

Grief said hello as the ill stood there.

You have lost your faithless swain.

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Anon I let out a name out of an orphic memory now in vain.

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Nothing once alive can die, everything mortal is immortal and when you drown in the scents remember that you are forever alive as you are forever loved.

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"How do you get over someone who was never yours?

Who do you blame when you've broken your own heart?"

-poetryabouthim

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"Maybe...you'll fall in love with me all over again."

"Hell," I said, "I love you enough now. What do you

want to do? Ruin me?"

"Yes. I want to ruin you."

"Good," I said. "That's what I want too."

Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms

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""So that's it," I pause, "I'm just some stupid girl who meant nothing to you?" his green eyes snap to mine.

"Yes," he swallows thickly as if the words were like sand paper grating his tongue, "yes you meant nothing to me, you never did." I knew he was lying, but that didn't make it hurt any less, he was my best friend and even if I tried with all my heart, I could never fully hate him."

- Excerpt from a book I will never write # 787

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The man who named my narrow bed was a quiet person, but he had good questions. "I suppose you do love me, in your way, way," I said to him one night close to dawn when we lay on the narrow bed. "And how else should I love you-in your way?" he asked. I am still thinking about that.

-Anne Carson, Very Narrow: Introduction to Just for the Thrill, Plainwater: Essays and Poetry

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Find what you love and let it kill you.

-Charles Bukowski

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Hate the unspoken echo silenced by the rustle of frowns.

What was even the fault of the disc when the phonograph was rigged so loud.

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Close your eyes,can you see a vision so bright,hard to read.Adjust to darkness,don't let in the light,far away-from sight.Your terrors speak"are you bleak from fright?"forget not to enjoy this livid fight.