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I will never cease to pray.
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Lonesome Night

I’d never say it—          Though I know you’d want nothing but the sincerest honesty from me, and I want to give you no less— But the second you’re gone, everything gets colder—          the honest reality of it is immutable— I know it is necessary—          I have to do my work; you have to do yours— and I know it is unavoidable—          sleep is a requirement— and I know I can still talk to you, text you, for a while, and later, and tomorrow—         and any other time we manage, should we get the days— but logic doesn't much touch it. I miss you anyways.

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120 deviations
Literature

Lonesome Night

I’d never say it—          Though I know you’d want nothing but the sincerest honesty from me, and I want to give you no less— But the second you’re gone, everything gets colder—          the honest reality of it is immutable— I know it is necessary—          I have to do my work; you have to do yours— and I know it is unavoidable—          sleep is a requirement— and I know I can still talk to you, text you, for a while, and later, and tomorrow—         and any other time we manage, should we get the days— but logic doesn't much touch it. I miss you anyways.

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106 deviations
Literature

Choices-Line Of Sight

Chaos light, swirling colors, glinting, it's so bright. The shine, burns through my closed eyes, searing, in my mind; these thoughts today, they burnt away. To the world I'm blind... Glory! Truth's not in sight. Primal night, drifint darkness, shadowed, it's a fight. The blackness, smothers every breath I take, choking out the words I want to say; these thoughts today, they fell away. To the world I'm blind... Glory! Truth's not in sight. 'Til death I live my lies! Once buried deep my vision rights... I'll see past my demise. Oh now, "Glory!" I cry.

"Choices"

5 deviations
Literature

The Ringing of Sinners

Oh sweet ringing in the night, the bronze bell does sing our song. An echoing chorus of delight, that tolls our final moments. Now is the time I do not pray; now is for only you. In my arms, so close, so far. It's difficult to acknowledge a lie. Finally now, step by step, we willingly go on. Brought by ourselves to this headman's axe; we reap only what we sow. Oh sweet ringing in the night, the bronze bell does sing our song. In our wake, a ghastly plight, only just beginning to cleanse. Twin small smiles on our lips, Judgement comes for us. How truly glad we are for this; our wish comes down to earth. Atonement is our las

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2 deviations

SoW, SoH

2 deviations