It's small talk at 1 A.M.
That they've been reduced to.
From ember to fire to ash
Ashes scattering in the wind
And she realizes these words are worthless
That nothing is making sense
Disappointed, she looks inside herself
And she realizes
Frightened -
Something within her has died
No longer the hopeless romantic
--6/27/06
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"You can't expect to understand me completely through the medium of present-day conceptions. I breathe for my own necessity, for the fuel of my body, for my survival... I've given you, not my sacrifice or my pity, but my ego and my naked need." [[The Fountainhead]]
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