a lingering tenebrific introspection
RegretfulI am broken hearted...
why does this wound torture me so much more than others in the past?
Is it fair?
Does that even matter?
No...
it never does.
How can I be so understanding,
when at heart I feel nothing but woe...
How could I miss judge someone to such a degree;
get so many things wrong?
I can't bring myself to even be mad...
I just feel melancholy,
and regret.
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Sweet dreams are made of this, who am I to disagree? Travel the world and the seven seas, everybody's looking for something...
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make lube not wax.
Your gallery and China shots are really beautiful
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I'm so naïve, I actually think they can save the world.
love your gallery!
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My dear, you'd make a lovely corpse...
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Birds are the harbinger of dawn and the waste of sleep
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Birds are the harbinger of dawn and the waste of sleep
im glad i got to see you
yay!
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Birds are the harbinger of dawn and the waste of sleep
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Birds are the harbinger of dawn and the waste of sleep
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