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I Was Glad When The Invalids Were Executed

He Looked At Me Like I Was Beautiful.

He Is No Longer Mine To Lose, But The Grief Is There, A Gnawing Sense Of Disbelief.

They Say That The Cure For Love Will Make Me Happy And Safe Forever. And I’ve Always Believed Them. Until Now. Now Everything Has Changed. Now, I’d Rather Be Infected With Love For The Tiniest Sliver Of A Second Than Live A Hundred Years Smothered By A Lie

At A Certain Point Your Brain Stops To Rationalize Things. At A Certain Point It Gives Up, Shuts Off, Shuts Down.