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.

By Suzanne Finnamore

Delusion detests focus and romance provides the veil.

By Suzanne Finnamore

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

By Suzanne Finnamore

I was steeped in denial, but my body knew.

By Suzanne Finnamore

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

By Suzanne Finnamore

In so many senseless deaths, beauty is to blame.

By Suzanne Finnamore
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