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I find myself thinking of people I know as symbols.
Whole people, with their own independent existence and impact on the world, but both real people to me, and emblems of something else. I know I'm not the only person who has this; I've talked with other people about this sort of thing.
I write occasionally about the one who became my muse -- a real person who probably spares not a thought for an elementary school almost-friend -- but also a huge function of how I am who I am.
I never write about the one who is the stray arrow, the one that poisoned Chiron.
Hold your loved ones close, you hear me? Hold them close.
(A thousand of bread, a thousand of beer, a thousand of every good thing.)
Whole people, with their own independent existence and impact on the world, but both real people to me, and emblems of something else. I know I'm not the only person who has this; I've talked with other people about this sort of thing.
I write occasionally about the one who became my muse -- a real person who probably spares not a thought for an elementary school almost-friend -- but also a huge function of how I am who I am.
I never write about the one who is the stray arrow, the one that poisoned Chiron.
Hold your loved ones close, you hear me? Hold them close.
(A thousand of bread, a thousand of beer, a thousand of every good thing.)
- I try to find the strength I need
To calm the doubts in my beliefs
With the will, I know my heart won't break
And if I have strength then I've belief
If I have love my heart still beats
Here under stars
Far from home
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