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Alida: A 23-year-old Canadian exploring the infinite abyss that is New York City.

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Tues, Apr 2
... "Broken Crystal Vases"
To be, or not to be: that is the question
lurking in the mind
dancing around shadows of
lost loves and true loves;
today and yesterday
the question remains
The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to

sifting through the rubble
of broken dreams
and shattered hopes
searching for pieces to rebuild
fitting the puzzle together
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time
standing stoic and brave
against the volley of insults
keeping the stone facade from breaking
changing masks with every hour
hardening the soul
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all
when thoughts become prison guards
holding captive the spirit
leaving free days a distant memory
and choices lost in monotony
of ever-bleak existance
We know what we are, but know not
What we may be

infinite || abyss
posted at 1:19 p.m.