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To those who hold anger too deep to extricate, to those who feel too knife-edged to hold something soft, to those who are tired of holding up worlds.
a love story turned to horror, as surely as eternal summer faded to withered fall.
if her destruction was imminent, she’d rather be the architect than a bystander.
Sometimes you don’t mourn people so much as you mourn who they could’ve been.”

