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You are a slave
You are a slave to your sense of duty. You are the child who raises his hand when no one else will. It’s not your responsibility, but you feel the tug of some innate obligation. The question must be answered; the void must be filled. If not you, then who? A parade of lost souls… — read more
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It would have been easy, so easy…
It would have been easy, so easy, to call you up today. I have so many things to say. I could have made you laugh—I know i would have—and my god, to hear that laugh again. To see those eyes again. Your laugh and your eyes again. But not today. Maybe never. Definitely not today.… — read more
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Pay to play
It’s time to discuss the price you’ll pay for all your pretty games. Oh, what fun you’ve had! What a frolic it’s been! What fruits you’ve enjoyed! But it’s pay to play, darling, and your debt is overdue. You will pay in sneers and snubs and bitter, palpable hate. You will walk among your shattered… — read more
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I wanted to write you a letter
I wanted to write you a letter, but I couldn’t get the salutation right. Then, of course, a signature line was impossible. So I was sitting here with all these fixings but no bread to stuff them into, and how do you make a sandwich without bread? Anyway, it would be good to see you… — read more
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On wooden stairs
On wooden stairs, she held knees to her chest, and her body shook with sobs. He watched her and felt the full force of his impotence. He searched for words to soothe her. He wondered if and how he should touch her. He hoped she could feel the love in his heart. From several feet… — read more
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