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Forgotten is the library of a soul's tales, untold by the millions.

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I notice that Autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature.

— Friedrich Nietzsche

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Some of us were meant to be marble and morning mist.

Some of us are poets, some of us are wannabes.

Some of us are the scribbles, discarded and forgotten, of those who broke free.

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And let my lungs breathe your symphony; let my throat be your lyre; let my mouth sing a hymn none will know is for you.

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The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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I am life's unrealized trump card.

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Tears turn into marble, and marble is my own soul; I am eternal grief and fury.

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Like howling wolves, memories are on the hunt. A warmth I cannot share, a burden to bear; be kind to me, summer night.

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Nights in silence, biting back screams. I miss you like I miss the sound.

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I am a collage of everything that could have been and everything I couldn't be.

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Saffron skies and tender hearts, such is my summer heartache.

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On starless nights, my heart lit on fire rivals the moon itself.

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— Vladimir Nabokov

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Our love is utopia and, dear, I've forgotten how to wish

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I am a violent dog and I know why I bite; but I won't, not this time.

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Not to be a lost, forsaken fallen angel on main but what if I swore my eternal devotion to you in exchange for the privilege of sitting at your feet and resting my cheek on your leg, staring up at a being so majestic, so otherwordly and glorious and powerful, with eyes that radiate divinity of such magnitude it ignites my skin afire and make my heart bleed with religious ecstasy.

Haha, I'm kidding, of course! Of course I'm kidding. I'm kidding. I'm kidding. I'm ki

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The knowledge that I am divine and, at the same time, completely adultered by all mundane and vulgar. My divinity is a farce to those with prying eyes, lest I dare shine too brightly to withstand.

And they will have their way, so they will. My light is long forgotten, not even I remember it.