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it's hard enough to see what you want in the palm of someone else's hand,
it's cruel enough to watch your love being slaughtered, devoured, leaving
scars that are only in your head,
if i had a single wish, you know I'd wish you, but in my heavy heart
I'd want happiness for you if truth be told, that's what I'd do
the hurt in my heart, the torture of my eyes,
my brain is helpless, I've lost my mind,
for words cannot express the emotions that lead the suffering
of my soul, i watch myself dissolve, as i try
to stay whole, as i try to stay whole
crimson i cry, but i do not bleed, for i have
bled all that i could, I'm empty, so empty,
The TypewriterThe Typewriter
It began and ended with a word.
Not a particularly strong or powerful word, but a word that changed everything. It wasn't too long or difficult to spell. It wasn't uncommon either. In fact, it was a perfectly ordinary word, but, I suppose, its commonplace origin is what made it so special.
I loved that word.
But the word doesn't mean much without the story along with it and I was always one for telling good stories.
I ignored the call from the other room and remained seated. That tone wasn't unfamiliar. Taking a bite from my toast, I waited for him to call again. It wouldn't be more than ten—
"Sammy! Come q
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