resolveit's not as if my battle is even epic. it is inconsequential to the flow of time, ordinary to the passerby. a lover's quarrel, an innocence lost, naught but a grain of sand in the hourglass.resolve
perhaps that is why i find it so daunting. ordinary is only so when it is not your life. i was never told i would have to endure such heartache, never warned that comedy is fleeting. love is not barbed, trust is not misplaced.
only it is. and the cracks, so fine on the surface, run deep. i used to believe that i could smooth them over, make them whole again.
a year later...
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Passer pour un idiot aux yeux d'un imbécile est une volupté de fin gourmet.
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I'm on an ocean
That has a brain and makes us dream
I'm on a mission
To wipe imagination clean
You grow inside me
Dying time and time again
I'm on a mission
To escape from what my life has been without you.
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may you be in heaven half an hour...
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