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I did pretend for
Far too long to be someone you wish I was.
But now I'm me
I am my own,
I am independent and ready
For my world.
I tear up thinking of
Old friends I forgot
Hope they still
Remember me.
But I know my love
Will always soar
Higher than any dove.
Over and over again my film plays
And to whom can I reply upon
When the dog days
Start to weigh on me?
Oh, honey, I've loved you so long.
A friend died,
Yes I know.
A friend abandoned,
Yes I know.
A father dead
A mother mad.
But so many I still have.
Lovely wolf akin Goddess,
And there is that lovely nut that I adore so much,
And the bird I see,
Flies with the spider's breath
And I can't forgive any of you
For not telling me you didn't forgive me
But that's
All a lie.
Because
I love you.
Yes, I love you.
I love you
I love you so much.
Remember me,
As I do you.
Far too long to be someone you wish I was.
But now I'm me
I am my own,
I am independent and ready
For my world.
I tear up thinking of
Old friends I forgot
Hope they still
Remember me.
But I know my love
Will always soar
Higher than any dove.
Over and over again my film plays
And to whom can I reply upon
When the dog days
Start to weigh on me?
Oh, honey, I've loved you so long.
A friend died,
Yes I know.
A friend abandoned,
Yes I know.
A father dead
A mother mad.
But so many I still have.
Lovely wolf akin Goddess,
And there is that lovely nut that I adore so much,
And the bird I see,
Flies with the spider's breath
And I can't forgive any of you
For not telling me you didn't forgive me
But that's
All a lie.
Because
I love you.
Yes, I love you.
I love you
I love you so much.
Remember me,
As I do you.
Literature
TUiUT: Chapter One
With the taste of iron reminding her why she had to keep going, Hyriko stumbled and slipped across the frozen, rocky path. She kept her eyes straight down, barely even able to see the clouds of her rugged, exhausted breath in the aggressive storm. The biting wind clawed at where her ear had once been, tearing at the the stitches, wanting her to bleed for the mountain.
Soon this nearly indiscernible track would disappear and she'd be facing the mountains in their wildest form. It wasn't a territory she was used to. Her only exposure to the place beyond the walls were through her reference books, and the occasional verbal rantings from her vi
Literature
[flaneur, flaneuse]
States of déshabillé
held close and warm in the news
don't compare to you.
That air, debonair
renders ineffectual,
one whimpers and pries.
To be introspective,
the découpage of my love,
shines, effervescent.
Literature
Reading with cats
Trying to read my book
There is a kitty watching me
There is a kitty lying on my book
There is a kitty standing on my chest
There is a kitty standing on my head
There is a kitty licking on my arm
There is a kitty nibbling my nose
There is a kitty purring in my ears
There is a kitty lying on my book
There is a kitty watching me
Trying to read my book.
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Aww. Kinda sad, but still good.