love
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You walked to our lives as if you were a kind of balm designed to cure what never healed. Instead You ripped through us, almost gleeful as we bled into the open air, but healing doesn’t need to wound flesh just to prove it was broken. You damaged us just so you could pretend heal…
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We pass people in the hall and say, “How are you?” but we don’t really stop to listen because social protocol says we answer with ‘fine’ or ‘good’ and keep walking. We believe no one really wants to hear your life story. Society has created this environment where we have to literally pay someone to…
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When love enters our lives, it is all about timing. Will it last? Is it the right time for me? For them? This timing determines whether our romances are shooting stars or constellations. We dream about lasting love, but more often than not, it is just a shooting star, streaking across the sky leaving stardust…
Black Ink and Parchment 