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 Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 10:54 pm
Dumm Tür
A C E G can be rearranged to spell C A G E
Indeed
You lost the heart the Goddesses gave you
Wasn't there a dagger?
What good would it have done with you panicking like that?
I could have stabbed the door
Or killed yourself and saved that thing the trouble
Saved my family the trouble
What?
Maybe that's the only solution
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Nothing to say?
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It's so bright
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Dumm Tür
Verdammte Tür
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I want my heart back
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 9:36 pm
Nojha liked tea. He was almost certain of it. The contents of the blue jar and the cupcake had left an anxious feeling in him. Something was unfinished. Bits of the cupcake stuck in his throat, and he reached for the pale black cup. The smell of the tea almost calmed him. Yes, this was what he needed. And as he sipped it, he became more certain of it. He embraced the memory as it swept over him. Why is it that even the most miserable of circumstances can become just business as usual? In the hours, days, weeks, months, and years that you suffer, how long does it take before suffering is normal?
Johan closed the book, paused, opened another, lifted a quill, set it back down, opened the previous book, and closed it again. He could think of nothing else to notate, nothing to cross-reference, no book in his family library that he could read for the umpteenth time for something he might have missed. He'd followed every lead he could find. His study was littered with notebooks, journals, scrap paper. Everything in here was a monument to failure, he realized, and sat back from the desk.
What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?
The question repeated itself endlessly, and no answer rose to meet it.
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