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Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
And last year's leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last year's bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide
There are a hundred places where I fear
To go,—so with his memory they brim
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his foot or shone his face
I say, "There is no memory of him here!"
And so stand stricken, so remembering him!
-edna_st_vincent_millay
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misstree
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at least for one night, i trusted someone.
and he was warm and nice and almost innocent but very much not, and he showed me his town and i smiled so much.
and for a little while, i forgot.
and now it's all come screaming back, a second voice in my brain like a split personality only it's not me and it's not mine, it's a corpse that won't stay in the ground where it belongs.
it lost a limb that night, though. and i grew a little stronger. i am slowly being shat out of foulest womb, and as long as i push but not panic, i'll be okay.
i_hope.
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birdmad
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i_must_keep_reminding_myself_of_this
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