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Inhale and exhale We breathe, but better when we sleep. And move, as though a boat set to sail.
I forbid thee to turn as I brother For you more wiser owneth more potential than I; It is the grief thouest witness I bestoweth upon our mother; For are dreaming belief excluded not but a lie?
Dear Father I heard stories, how you'd beat her, from the neighbour, when I was younger; then you stole her_________ mother's necklace, just to spoil your little lover.
She's in love with an alcoholic, I find it a little scary, that people can go and gossip, not knowing what she is feeling. Abuse that she has to face, his anger she have to taste. Her life is a metaphor,
I miss that time when people looked at pigeons, dancing with the wind. Now there's too much crime. In my mind... I wonder about, "the life of pigeons"
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