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yudzukii

1 year ago

Withered Flowers on your grave

Maybe it's time for me

to go on and let you go.

Maybe I'm just to blind,

maybe I don't want to know.

In the depths of my heart,

the crypt of my soul,

I try to keep you alive

but you're dead like a zombie.

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bernatk

9 years ago

And that taught me you can’t have anything, you can’t have anything at all. Because desire just cheats you. It’s like a sunbeam skipping here and there about a room. It stops and gilds some inconsequential object, and we poor fools try to grasp it—but when we do the sunbeam moves on to something else, and you’ve got the inconsequential part, but the glitter that made you want it is gone.

F Scott Fitzgerald - The Beautiful and Damned