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A woman dressed in black set down the floral arrangement on her casket. Tears in her eyes, she looked down at her, and she swore...she swore she could..
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Darling, I can't seem to get off the repeating track of thoughts. I'm down a rabbit hole, you see... yet Wonderland doesn't exist anymore andNeverlan..
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Cotton candy skies look back at me as I gaze towards the now setting sun. The aroma ofburning woodtickles my nose and I look towards my companions. B..
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My outlet for the eating disorders killing me might as well be entertaining.
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I dream of death, but not the reaper.
An essence of peace that will slowly cradle my soul, a gentle but cold grip.
Appreciate my life and take me to..
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The thought of being with you is so intoxicating... but now I can't breathe.
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Roses hurt, darling. It was only a matter of time before you learned.
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You've ruined a nun, causing her to reject herself, along with her will to live..
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Farewell, my dear sanity.
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Perfection is the disease of a Nation...
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