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She exists in the world like a question that maybe doesn't need to be answered.

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Every time I break, it gets a little harder to sweep up the pieces and paste them back into something resembling myself.

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Let the sun set, let the sun set at the height of your holy day, let it burn out like a fire, let it draw the cloak of night over nature's perfect profusion.

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I want him to have what I can't give him: endless fields to run in, tail a blur and ridiculous ears flapping in the wind; balls to chase; grasshoppers to catch.

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It's not really a life anymore.

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I was prepared to suffer mightily if necessary to achieve my destiny.

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I might have loved you for your wisdom, your generosity; your integrity and compassion and strength.

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On my way home tonight, I passed an old billboard advertising a festival I attended two months ago at the beginning of spring.

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I don't regret never having done any of the stupid shit everyone else my age did in college: getting wasted, getting laid, posting things on Instagram I'd have to scrub when I applied for my first job.

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It's not the thought of being reunited with loved ones that keeps me clinging to my faith in something beyond this life.

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Title	Upvotes	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
She exists in the world like a question that maybe doesn't need to be answered.	11
Every time I break, it gets a little harder to sweep up the pieces and paste them back into something resembling myself.	11
Let the sun set, let the sun set at the height of your holy day, let it burn out like a fire, let it draw the cloak of night over nature's perfect profusion.	11
I want him to have what I can't give him: endless fields to run in, tail a blur and ridiculous ears flapping in the wind; balls to chase; grasshoppers to catch.	11
It's not really a life anymore.	11
I was prepared to suffer mightily if necessary to achieve my destiny.	11
I might have loved you for your wisdom, your generosity; your integrity and compassion and strength.	11
On my way home tonight, I passed an old billboard advertising a festival I attended two months ago at the beginning of spring.	11
I don't regret never having done any of the stupid shit everyone else my age did in college: getting wasted, getting laid, posting things on Instagram I'd have to scrub when I applied for my first job.	10
It's not the thought of being reunited with loved ones that keeps me clinging to my faith in something beyond this life.	10