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LiteratureDad/PapaI didn't dedicate you words for Father's Day. I did not upload a photo, I did not go to your grave. I didn't know what to write, I didn't know what would give voice to what is still a void in my heart. The truth is that although the years increase Thinking of you always brings a squeezing pain to my chest The truth is that although the years increase There is not a day that I don't miss wanting to ask you a question about everything The truth is that when one has been loved as much as you love me it leaves a mark that never erases. That's why it will always be a sweet pain to think of you and feel my eyes watering. You were never one foAll

LiteratureDad/PapaI didn't dedicate you words for Father's Day. I did not upload a photo, I did not go to your grave. I didn't know what to write, I didn't know what would give voice to what is still a void in my heart. The truth is that although the years increase Thinking of you always brings a squeezing pain to my chest The truth is that although the years increase There is not a day that I don't miss wanting to ask you a question about everything The truth is that when one has been loved as much as you love me it leaves a mark that never erases. That's why it will always be a sweet pain to think of you and feel my eyes watering. You were never one foFeatured

Dans Le Ville

Luz

Les Animals

Still Life

LiteratureMiseria ProlongadaYour eyes shall never see these words. Your mind never contemplate their meaning. Your heart never stirred by a single verse. You were hope that made each day less weary. You were peace when frustrations mounted. You were always with me, without being here. Now you are mines no more. Now you have left not for malice but love. Now you leave a gap in your wake. I sit alone as I did before. I cannot cry and the pain only grows. I cannot cry for then it is truly done. So for now I sit and mull the loss. So for now I await my tears. Until then time moves slow and my misery is prolonged.L'Amour

LiteraturePathetically MelancholicTo hell with you, An abomination unto God, Ruin of all nations The devil’s spawn! Soulless creature, Spun from lies, Every man’s lover, Nothing but a whore! Weak and pathetic Guts and Guile veneer thick Vacuous and fragile Naught but a glass fairy. I laugh at you I pity you I despise you I am you. Good or bad Bad or good What does it matter? When you hate you!Melancholy

El Espirito

LiteratureOrientationWhat path do I tarry on you ask? My answer can be no clearer than the options that lie before me. I have been many things. I am many things. I shall yet be many things. Yet there are an even greater number of things that I shall never be. In this respect my doom has yet to direct me upon a single path or purpose. However before you begin upon your suppositions of what this answer says, Consider for a moment this: To answer this no claim have you on me, lest for another purpose you inquire. So perhaps the answer I give is no more truth than fib, A dubious answer to dubious intentions, thus befitting it. So read into it careJe Pense

Dad/Papa by LumiereFonce, literature

Really? Well Fuck you! by LumiereFonce, literature

At Waves End ( Al fin del oleaje) by LumiereFonce, literature

Adulting by LumiereFonce, literature

It's the heart that really ... by LumiereFonce, literature

Love and Vengeance by LumiereFonce, literature