July 2012
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“I’m still searching for “life”
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Zichzelf een hand geven →
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WatchWatch
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Mijn achteruitgang →
one sick door
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It's called the border between heaven and earth -... →
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There is a lot you can do with that sparkler... →
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best moment of my childhood - Imgur →
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June 2011
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poeticallyundead: I just want to sleep until you are here so I won’t have to miss you
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BREATHLESS, I sit here in utter shock. I don’t see how you could be so HEARTLESS. It’s obvious this is going to be anything but a TEARLESS night. I lay in bed, every song I hear RELATES to what I feel. Nothing I ever do ALTERS these feelings of sadness. I say LATER I will forget you, though this TALE I know to be false. I did it. I ATE those pills. Soon I will be AT that place I desire so, A...
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Letting Go →
I’m letting go of all this pain, I have forgiveness washing over me like rain. I’m making peace with all my sins; an end to battles fought within me I can’t win. You’ve sensed them rage, you’ve heard my cries, but never viewed the battleground I hid inside. My private plague, my…
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acefl0w: If you feel the need To cry my dear, remember That my shoulder will Always hold a place for you These arms are always open
Jun 21st
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The Simple Life?: Writing? →
stephaniebollen: She puts the pen to the paper. This is her only escape, The only way she can create what is her mind. The words she writes are like her babies. Flowing from her mind to the paper; Apart of her forever, but she needs to get them out. If they stay inside to long, they will kill her. They…
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I spend my time imagining shit that'll never...
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The Moment
When I confessed love she just smiled and touched my hand her eyes said the rest
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