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Her Death Behind LiesWithout much light,
and to much fright.
She sits alone,
one a feather throne.
With tears of sorrow,
she dreads tomorrow.
As she cries her fears,
they stand idly by with clogged ears.
Shrouded with pain,
her smile she strains.
The wounds may close,
but she will never be the same with what she knows.
She frowns down,
at her emerald crown.
that have yet to die.
Like swine they will lie beneath her feet,
and yelp for their defeat.
The last thing they will utter is her demise.
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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