summer love
Pretty yellow flowers
Dead rose
Tree root

My last tearHeaviness sinking in. My slowing breath taking control. Peace is settling upon me. The cold concrete And warm wet blood, Is all I feel Against my sallow face. My energy is constantly Being drained out of my veins. My heart is no longer Pumping precious blood. No, instead it has resorted, To the last of my tender momories. So that I will truely, Die alone, with nothing left. My last tear creeps, Down my forsaken face. With my last bit of happiness, It has taken my life. So short a time, But agony makes it longer. At leaMy last tear
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how was the rest of your party?
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Thousands of years ago, cats were worshipped as gods. Cats have never forgotten this.
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Thousands of years ago, cats were worshipped as gods. Cats have never forgotten this.
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the cup is neither half ful, nor half empty. it is simply too big for this amount of water
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[: why are you so busybody :]
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[: why are you so busybody :]
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You win, I'm sadder than you...
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Have a great day
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-Reminder to myself of a band that I'd like to check out more.
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I tear my heart open. I sew myself shut. My weakness is, that I care too much. And my scars remind me, that the past is real. I tear my heart open, just to feel.
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