The moment hung thick in the air,Like morose memories. "How could I have been so stupid?" Waiting turned,And a rotten carcass was all that was left. "And why didn't you come?" In the end, the chair was left empty in the middle of the room;Would I have sat,Dear,I fear we both would have disappeared. So… Continue reading Validation
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Vanity.
I thought I was free from it. Or, at the very least, I thought I fought hard against succumbing to it. But I’m not so sure about that anymore. It’s like acid burning through armor. It’s like horse blinders that keep me infatuated with one thing: my own fortune. And what a miserable fortune it… Continue reading Vanity.
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