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The thought process: On a wearisome, typical stroll through the neighboring forest, I was caught within the act of meditational festivity although, it..
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you arent any of that, its them who cant handle what "they" truly are, what they are is something so disgusting that they cant possibly live without t..
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just imagine how good my writings would be if i actually edited them.
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[10/9/2013 9:24:47 PM] David shaneyfelt : i love you too taylor, ive thought about you and wondered why youve left so much thinking that maybe you did..
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you just said you've lost nothing but your mind,but could you please redefine the thinness of that thin sentences line,something' in you is substantia..
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I think constantly, and as i do i cannot cause my thoughts to make a singular connection, they are continuously moving in constant brain blasts, that ..
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i keep remembering the reality of myself,that only reality is you,in no type 0 perspective idiotic i cony way either,in the only way that "is" what ca..
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The blade of fate lay over my neck forceful and blatant Cold But withered like a willow tree whistling like a ravenBlack and sharpened with the thorn..
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We are all
books. And each in us are pages whether wrinkled, torn, fabricated or
freshly formed.On each page is the ink of our life and the images..
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I am daegonius Bonapartea; you "will" learn your place and mine eventually. I am the best poet on the earth.
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