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buried alive in sickness

when all you remember are the fights that had happened

that's all we really are

those darn zombies!

Why do these streaks of color linger? Why do I cry at the things I remember? Why can I reach out and feel you, Yet you seem so far aw..

Scarlet red on a patchwork of blue A beautiful sight this moon does produce. Look at the moon dwelling in our shadow, An eclipse most common, nobod..

love hurts more than hate

Handmade

If you get angry with pro-lifers, I wouldn't read this.

Where did my dreams go, When you took them away? You sent them to a different day. Not in the past that I no longer see. Not in the present here w..