My mind floats like ash. I blame myself most cruelly.
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Suzanne Finnamore
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A heart can stop beating for a while, one can still live.

Par Suzanne Finnamore

Delusion detests focus and romance provides the veil.

Par Suzanne Finnamore

I used to loathe ambivalence; now I adore it. Ambivalence is my new best friend.

Par Suzanne Finnamore

I was steeped in denial, but my body knew.

Par Suzanne Finnamore

Such silence has an actual sound, the sound of disappearance.

Par Suzanne Finnamore

In so many senseless deaths, beauty is to blame.

Par Suzanne Finnamore
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