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I created my own definition of love to be able to love. Love is the hand shake in the morning. The hugs in the afternoon.
10 years 5 months ago
The sun rises and my coffee is brewed, the 2 train awaits. All of my dreams are vivet played by my subconscious like reruns.
10 years 5 months ago
This is america.It's a one of a kind.You can buy shit at the store.You can bide your time.
10 years 5 months ago
This shit is hotbundled up in my bowels.Oh how it boils,how it makes me howl.Bran muffins and coffee,
10 years 5 months ago
Cry is somethings that we use to see in the darma
Right! We got the feeling form Darmas.
10 years 5 months ago