You break a nation, you own it. But how can you fix it when you can't even fix your own?
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Bittersweet is the remembrance of people, places and things that are no more. They are days of heaven eclipsed by longing for a past that can never be, ever again.
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How wonderful is the fragrance of a distant memory summoned to bloom anew.
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I sense your presence;
you are the shadow of the wind
reflected in the dance of trees.
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The earth opened its mouth
and swallowed my leg.
Now I understand what it means to have one foot in the grave.
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There is no lesser of two evils,
real or imagined.
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Truth be told a good many people never fact check the truth.
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May our graves be more comfortable than our beds.
May our sleep be without nightmares.
May we awaken to wondrous dreams.
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How is it a lamb can be vigilant when a wolf is near, yet the shepherd may be the one who consumes him.
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