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I Cannot Speculate On What Our Cluttered Mind Will Save- Sleepy Sundays, Or A Nosebleed After Love. I Know Only The Dying Heart Needs The Nourishment Of Memory To Live Beyond Too Many Winters.

I Chose The Shadows; They Did Not Choose Me. I Stay Here Securely Not Just Because I Feel Plain, But Because Disappearance Is By Now The Easy Way. The Habit. The Worn Path That I Can Trod Knowingly And Be Assured Safe Passage Home.

To Understand Others You Should Get Behind Their Eyes And Walk Down Their Spines.

Even When You Feel You've Reached The End Or Edge Of Life, Hold On. Life Itself Will Ultimately Take Care Of You.

The Gifts That One Receives For Giving Are So Immeasurable That It Is Almost An Injustice To Accept Them.