Anaverse for this February Twenty-ninth Four years have passed since the day that never was and I find myself here again, in this unwanted moment, this day that never belonged, this February Twenty-ninth I was running that year full strength, head strong hurtling right off the edge where I remain, still. Sick now, pained now,…
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Silver Chair
Silver Chair, how I hate you! You’re always there, lurking, at the end of every good thing! (Stealing away every pleasure!) Silver Chair, how I hate your lies! You tell me all this wasn’t, while all the while I know it was! It was! (You took it away!) Temptation, come my way! Lured and trapped,…