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I clenched my hands so very tightly my nails left their sharp mark on my pale winter sickened palms as I remembered
Illuminated by the infinite sublimity Of the seemingly half-real form of this man’s body weighing her down, She sinks beneath His solid shadow,
In a world where we work until we die what’s in store for you and i? only the rich, smart, and strong will survive what does it mean to be alive? to go down swinging to run the street singing
growing up. what does that even mean anymore it doesn’t just mean learning it means learning to doubt yourself everything you thought you knew you felt for sure you would never do
People walk to work like they are alonethe youth shrug their shoulders, take a drag, and it passessleep in a city of millions, never knowing anyone.outside, every thing you hear you have already heard,
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