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"The Dark Art" written by Segovia Amil

THE DARK ART - There cannot live a passion much greater than this - it wells up in me, makes my heart ache.until my eyes brim with water, until my lashes grow dark.

Beautifully said.

He admired my melancholy madness and said it was graceful and beautiful. But it was neither of those things. I was a hurricane at the center of a collapsing, burning building. And i wasn't someone to be admired at all.

Reminds me of someone I've loved very much for a very long time

She was never crazy. She didn't let her heart settle in a cage. She was born wild, and sometimes we need people like her. For it's the horrors in her heart which cause the flames in ours, and she was always willing to burn for everything she ever loved.