If it is possibly sane or maybe sadistic, I'd like to be that of a Greek tragedy. Indifferent to others, your soul wrapped far too tight around that of another's. I would waste words like water in streams, clawing desperately to find that aching, miserable kind of love. Damned to love torturously as Alcyone and Ceyx, but as freely as halcyon birds. I want losing my love to be so harrowing that they no longer see the meaning in days, or hours, or breathing. Kill for me or kill me, because I will kill you and Im hopelessly awaiting your haunting. In all my despair and disdain I still crave the answers to the questions I pleaded with the Goddess, when I asked her how it felt to love and be loved, all she did was smile and I knew then the greatest tragedy and bliss of love is it's ignorance.
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Hysterical letters to my sanity
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