The femme fatale. She's dangerous. Never fall in love, She'll break your heart.

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The femme fatale. She's dangerous. Never fall in love, She'll break your heart.
The vulnerable could prove fatal if reopened scars come alive.
In the silence of the soft air he heard her and he wondered what pain made her laugh like that.
Sometimes, in my mind, the warm dark loneliness was the most poignant form that I felt.
You want time to paralyze into your own private little pool where your mind is capable of security.
A despondent blue period rose in my deep self, with hours squandered, but alas, today, for some reason a wistful feeling stopped me in the uncomfortable.
The word love is the idea of fate and magic and yet, this miraculous blind optimism to be loved by one human I am afraid of.
Nobody thinks about human life, that we kill people with secrets. There is no horror, that is the appalling thing. The emotional reaction over it will be infinitely bored, casual, and complacent.
The lonely life of a poet is the primary source of poems on lost love.
There's nobody here with me. I dread sleeping: my dreams are bitter and my face bathed in tears.