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My legs tremble, only a mile left to go. Beautiful dogs, carrying sticks, running along. Tourists take pictures; I avoid being in the frame. I don’t want to intrude, so I’ll run slower. I’ve lost feeling in my fingers; I think I stepped in a puddle. ...

Life's a monster not the opposite. Either you're a liar or life chaser It takes you down - deeper in your bones deeper than before , shot to the core , abandoned burden in Neverland's plane. Nobody's there anymore where you used to be . (No one needs y...

With your fleeting freckles I created constellations that narrated our story and ended on your spine. And in those dying records we were shouting our glory, the ending of our youth oh, it ended too soon. Why is every grown up so devious? ...

Drifting through my todays as they merge with my tomorrows, And forming a mush of irrational feelings, That I must pour through the sieve and filter through layers of norms. Because as midnight draws in, I realize just how many more seconds of my life I've lost, Cribbing about what could've been. S...

i think i quite like the concept of heaven after all. the idea that you're safe, happy, nothing can change that because you're there for all of eternity. i don't believe the notion that it's just dancing on fluffy white clouds and pretty angels protecting you, i believe it's an alternate reality whe...

He tended the garden he grew and saw sprouting chutes of roses almost in bloom and gave her Spring as the moon crept over and kissed her softly to sleep amongst the love he had planted in her heart.. :hearts: For days he had watched over her; his love was still blooming within the garden’s gates within h...

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