“And I choose to be alone Rather than wrapped in arms I could never need.” Poetry Author:Merrit Malloy
“She thought men were saviors... ...And she looked for more in them than what they were... Only to rescue herself from those she wished would rescue her... And isn't that the most tragic lie... The lie where we tell what we wished were true and believe it...? She had an artificial memory, a prosthesis to a past that never was... She was like a party that no one ever went to... Like a cure...without a disease... And isn't that the greatest fear of all...to be ready with the answers to questions that no one asks anymore?” PoetryTragedySelf Deception Book:Things I meant to say to you when we were old Source: Things I meant to say to you when we were old
