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Chapter 2-
Shattering Roughly
[When Abast was gone, Lily was a bit confused. Slowly she fingered the pendulum resting upon her white chest. The..
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Woman and Man/Friends
Back then, I didn’t- care.
Back then, all that I knew was blooming.
Back then, I wanted . . . to play . . .
Oh..
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Never underestimate certain things . . .
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What is around us may destory us. Yet there is something to always create enlightenment, and love.
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Digging through the blackness of confusion, fear, and, some sort of a love which contradicts all of it.
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Musings of a day in which dark and light worked against each other in one lone, person, sitting in a public area.
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What might come, I suppose. I will say most of this is in fancy however.
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The Empty Chasm of a day, and where might I find inspiration but in this poem . . . I imagine.
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A writer's rise and fall-
a life, that's hanging by a thread of sheer nothing. Can she bring herself out? What the pen may accomplish, what it may ..
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