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i won't be coming back.
why'd I move?
1. didn't like this name.
2. wanted a fresh start.


Love Does Not Exist For HerLove Doesn’t Exist for HerLove Does Not Exist For Her
She’s sitting on her bed again, These sheets have seen no sleep. Pillows catch each lonely tear, She’s a secret she can’t keep. The radio sings a love-song lullaby. Her heart feels not its warmth. It crumbles in the palm of her hand, Blows away. No words to say. Can’t even pray. She’s alone today.
Her daydreamer? She’s broken. Fell before she’d been kissed Faint memories of what she’d once spoken Still dance among the mist. The fog’s too heavy; The hope is lost. The coldness returns, A soul-shive
Paint 27
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Mind visiting my
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[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:
you make me happy when skies are grey.
-goes to spazz over manips-
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MOVED TO ~waxed-butterfliesxx
thanks?!
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"Music is the literature of the heart; it commences where speech ends." ~ Alphonse de Lamartine
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MOVED TO ~waxed-butterfliesxx
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MOVED TO ~waxed-butterfliesxx
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