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I threw in my lot with my enemy, knowing they would betray me.

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I still don't know whether it was you I loved, or the worldly glamour you represented.

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Everyone's so nice about trying to make me feel better.

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The bad news is, this life will be over before you know it.

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While she was falling she flashed forward into a dozen possible futures and lay broken in a dozen configurations at the bottom of the steps: here a sudden crunch, her sightless eyes fixed on something over her shoulder; there white bone poking through jagged flesh as the snow turned slowly red.

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Seeing your feet of clay should have been enough to bring sense to my wayward heart.

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He was a monograph with footnotes, and she was a novel without an ending.

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People always tell me I'm my own worst critic.

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The answer to the question that drives your being is on the other side of this door, complete and incontrovertible.

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There's peace in resolution, obviously.

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Title	Upvotes	Subreddit	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
I threw in my lot with my enemy, knowing they would betray me.	9	TwoSentenceSadness
I still don't know whether it was you I loved, or the worldly glamour you represented.	9	TwoSentenceSadness
Everyone's so nice about trying to make me feel better.	9	TwoSentenceSadness
The bad news is, this life will be over before you know it.	9	TwoSentenceSadness
While she was falling she flashed forward into a dozen possible futures and lay broken in a dozen configurations at the bottom of the steps: here a sudden crunch, her sightless eyes fixed on something over her shoulder; there white bone poking through jagged flesh as the snow turned slowly red.	9	TwoSentenceSadness
Seeing your feet of clay should have been enough to bring sense to my wayward heart.	9	TwoSentenceSadness
He was a monograph with footnotes, and she was a novel without an ending.	9	TwoSentenceSadness
People always tell me I'm my own worst critic.	8	TwoSentenceSadness
The answer to the question that drives your being is on the other side of this door, complete and incontrovertible.	8	TwoSentenceSadness
There's peace in resolution, obviously.	8	TwoSentenceSadness