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Apr. 13th, 2012 11:07 am
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*Somewhere in the mansion, there's a small rabbit. He's wearing a tiny pair of rabbit sized glasses, one lens cracked. All of the cuteness and precious tininess...

Save that a single bloody red tear stains the fur under his eye.

Twitchy nose and all, Sorrow has become a tiny bunny*


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Feb. 26th, 2012 01:52 pm
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I have heard a great many thing said about love. Some say it's fleeting, that it is here and gone in a matter of years. Others believe it is enduring, stretching well past the limited span of a human life into eternity. I have heard that love fades, that love perseveres, that love is gentle, that love is cruel.

And I find myself unable to believe any of them.

I exist beyond my own death, this is true. But without her, without the object of my love and affection, what is my love for her but a hollow shadow of an emotion? Can love exist without object, without expression, without a meaning or a purpose? I know that I love her, but is it her or my memory of her that keeps the affection dear?

Perhaps all of these things are not meant to be pondered by humans. I cannot say because I think I have lost touch with what it means to truly be human, if I ever knew at all.

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