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If I Should Forget
If I should forget my purpose for living, of what makes me human, please remind me. Remind me of azure skies, of the marshmallow clouds...
Sleight of Hand
She was a burst of color, bobbing among the monochromatic dreariness as if she were only here for a walk. That may very well...
It doesn’t hurt if you don’t think about it.
"Good morning." She murmured, her sweet breath hot against my cheek. I opened my eyes. Her hums echoed along the corridor, blurring the line between...
Healthy body, sick mind
"So." Her voice was stern, but her eyes sparkled with kindness. "Here we are again." "Here we are again." He echoed, nodding to the dull...