And tear down every wall in this cursed ground
Each brick is music to your ears at the sound
Somewhere there's a ripple in the wake of this tragedy
That caries you to calmer waters
~ Sunday, March 31 ~
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If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.
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I wonder if I ran out of tears, or if I just don’t care enough to cry.
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