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The guilt was unbearable-

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We didn’t mean to stop for long- our ship was in shambles, and all we wanted to do was rest while we decided what to do about it.

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I wouldn’t call this /falling/, not really-

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“It’s your turn now,” I said, handing her the carving knife- “Make it count.”

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The last thing I heard from the grinning old man as he began his plummet was a short and simple phrase, whispered like an old joke only he knew the punchline to- “Enjoy sky blue!”

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The best way to control someone is to make them think they’re completely alone first, other than you of course.

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The wine was delicious, and as took another long swig I wondered why my friend wasn’t indulging himself on it as well.

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There is a strange beauty in decay, and in becoming a home to so much wonderful new life even after death.

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Their voices are sweet and welcoming, their song crawling and writhing and wriggling it’s way down into my bones.

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There is something absolutely changing about dance.

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Title	Upvotes	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
The guilt was unbearable-	5638
We didn’t mean to stop for long- our ship was in shambles, and all we wanted to do was rest while we decided what to do about it.	706
I wouldn’t call this /falling/, not really-	28
“It’s your turn now,” I said, handing her the carving knife- “Make it count.”	22
The last thing I heard from the grinning old man as he began his plummet was a short and simple phrase, whispered like an old joke only he knew the punchline to- “Enjoy sky blue!”	20
The best way to control someone is to make them think they’re completely alone first, other than you of course.	19
The wine was delicious, and as took another long swig I wondered why my friend wasn’t indulging himself on it as well.	15
There is a strange beauty in decay, and in becoming a home to so much wonderful new life even after death.	15
Their voices are sweet and welcoming, their song crawling and writhing and wriggling it’s way down into my bones.	10
There is something absolutely changing about dance.	7