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You can plummet further between those cracks and crevices because no true rock-bottom exists to halt the descent of misfortune.
“But my ass likes being closer to the ground. Reminds me where I’m going someday.”
But maybe you’re right and change only comes with pain.”
“You are no longer Khalani Kanes. Khalani Kanes disappeared the moment you stepped foot in our walls. She doesn’t exist anymore. You are Prisoner 317. Fall in line, or you will be punished.”
But I see us as more akin to vultures, working in packs to scrounge our way to the top. The buzzards that don’t recognize themselves as one,”
“That’s human history. Darker than midnight.
Why did the ugliest creatures have to be the hardest ones to extinguish? Not even the nuclear apocalypse did the trick.
Like a still-beating heart clinging to the edge of life, not quite ready to greet the end.
Not magic but science. But science is so crazy that magic makes more sense sometimes.”
The last thing the Apollo Councilmen want is for its citizens to become inspired and creative. They want their people to remain content. Obedient. Art has the ability to embolden and galvanize people to desire more. They can’t have that.”
“Love transcends space and time. It holds no bounds or limits. Dear girl, love is stronger than death because if you love someone, they can never truly die. Sarah lives on. In me. And your parents live on in you too.”
Poetry introduced her to a world filled with art and rapture. The beauty of embracing the fall and defying adversity.
You’ll remember the monster was always me.
Beware of a woman shunned. She was more dangerous than any nuclear bomb.
Pain is not something to cower from. Pain is a product of pursuance.
