Perfection is For Cowards
Perfection is for cowards. I embrace the light with the same welcoming arms that shelter the dark. Perfection is a festering wound that begs for the approval of inferiority. I am the light. I ride my chariot of flame in…
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Beg Me to Stay
We sat back to backthe silence was an arching vibration of pain and ragewe were caught between two blades.You begged me to stay and I closed my eyes in bitter consentand as I relentedI wanted to confess that my ragewas…