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A musing on what I once had, perhaps. On blame, on love, on shame, on life. Can we truly take responsibility for our actions and our foibles?
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We're all born to a world of wonder and weakness.
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Forgive me...Have I sinned?
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Wasn't in a very coherent place when I wrote this one; but I was trying my best at the time. Whether or not I succeeded, well, thats up to you.
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A tale of confusion and apathy while in search of love
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What is the march of fate but a timeless dance? What is love but the tune we move to?
Dark musings on love seem to be something of a recurring them..
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Who says love has to be soft and gentle?
More than simply holding hands.
Indulgent, world-changing, capricious, supernal love.
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Not sure where this came from; somewhere where my mind seemed to burn, and everything seemed...Good. Perhaps I was just waiting for the dissapointment..
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One of my more personal, powerful and favorite pieces. I wrote it as a response to the war in Lebanon, put it on my deviantArt and wrote a blog entry ..
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Everything fades inevitably,
everything goes away in the end.
Whether it's a time, or place, or person;
a lover, or a friend.
I wrote this on a..
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