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if your name is melancholy,
the scant tidbits I know of French.
perfect cold day to down
5 months 6 days ago
Eavesdropping
the liars
where poison is stirred
Their message
5 months 6 days ago
When you talk,
Every worry I have is hushed.
Like the silence before a storm,
5 months 6 days ago
Some people seem to overflow, with an exuberance that never offends or irritates.
5 months 1 week ago
Life, they say is fleeting,
with a breath and a shadow.
So why choose hate
when love heals deeper wounds?
5 months 1 week ago
does life matter?
or do we just go on till we die
death seems easy
it's the end of all struggles,
5 months 1 week ago
does life matter?
or do we just go on till we die
death seems easy
it's the end of all struggles,
5 months 1 week ago