You Are Everything, You Are Home
Where's the poetry in life laid bare? In a personality undone rather than come undone?
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Show You the Shape of My Heart
I live a million lives in my dreams, and each time I wake up I die a new death, forever separated from those realities I grew to love so much.
Elsecalling
Don't insult my grief by giving it words. Don't pretend my pain means anything. Or nothing at all.
Darling, I Wish You Were Here
It was like the cheery announcer in my head went, "Let's have a look, shall we? Ah, yes, very nice. Much to learn from here." And then I was looking at Schroedinger's Matrimonial Bliss, which promises to be the pinnacle of wonderfulness for as long as the Instagram filter lasts.