It's all too much, everthing, every last god damned fucking thing. Think of something, and has gone wrong, is wrong, or rest assured, will soon be going wrong. It feels like the last three months have all hit me at once. The fact the I really am single, and likely to stay that way for an unfortunately long time. That my best friend, whom I...
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Friends are indeed back up. And I think someone should write a papers on the parallels between bondage and music. 1, 2, 3 not it!
a love that is not given free, cannot help but end disasterously. boil the sea, bake the sand, melt the mountains and take my hand. in the dawn's faint light we might begin to see, that i am you and you are me.