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I tried to paint you once
(Or maybe twice or maybe I lost count)
With black and white and lots of red
With old paint brushes I tried to make you come alive
But you slipped through my fingers
And I understood that some people are marble statues
And not paintings
I tried to reason with you once
(Or maybe I was not making sense)
With carless drunken words
With cynical statements I tried to make you doubt
But you barely listened to my rambling
And I understood that some people are so good at convincing others
That they fool themselves as well
I tried to love you once
(Or maybe I succeeded here and once lasted a lifetime)
With my old and broken heart
With my whole being I tried to make you love me
But you only ever despised me
And I understood that if I couldn't be your Pylades
You would still be my Orestes
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A Cynic's Revolution
FanfictionA man who took good care to believe in nothing found himself believing. Not in a dogma, an idea, an art or a science but in a man. An idealist planning a revolution. The cynic follows, not because he believes in the ideas of his Apollo, but because...
