The dead eat hope. We had none to give them, so they were pretty emaciated by the end.

My skull is but a padded cell, the walls of which my inner demons bounce off	Things that go bump	September 14, 2006	The Hardest Thing
Bravery in death?	A Lesson is Learned, but the Damage is Irreversible	My love will never die	We turn our faces to what the eternal evening brings
Things they should teach in school	The skies look dead tonight	Phishing	I kiss your eyes. You are breakfast, summer, and streetlamps.
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