i kept telling myself, it will all be better in the morning. it will all be better in the morning. tomorrow, things will be okay.
i was wrong. it is now morning and i am still mourning.
i suppose i'll just have to hold out for june. these will be the longest two days of my life.
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the shepherd's sword
Random[the things we dare not say aloud] the walls have faces, you know. the angels do not.
