My life seems to have settled into the simple silence of existence. I never thought the explosion of sound from this summer could make such quietness so profound. A deeper, darker thing than I had previously noticed.
But that's all the better for me.
I found myself another job working at a small Japanese bookstore. At least my. . .heritage has
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Loving in spite is a farce. It's only ever the acceptance of the darkness in another that does it, or else it's all just a matter of time until ugliness rips it apart.
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