loved

Dont you ever give up

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i wrote this poem for my brother whos hurting beyong what i can fix, i hope he finds the peace he needs i love you brother

 

Zoey cup

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Shadow

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"Orphanne' "

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The transformation of a heart.

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Toska*

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For anyone who doesn't know, the word Toska is a russian word. It is one of the words that doesn't translate into just one word in the english language.

Vladmir Nabokov describes it best: “No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody of something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. At the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom.”

I welcome any comments so feel free to speak honestly.

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