let me pit a grave
to bury all the troubles
into the sand
with my stained hands.
let them be washed away
in time, into the sea
where they will disperse
and i will be free from a curse.
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♥ Spontaneity;
Louis Pauzé: "We're all going to die. Write that down, miss. We don't have the luxury of a thousand years on this earth. Only sixty, or maybe eighty little years if we're lucky. And these years pass in a flash. Why not offer flowers to your spouse every night? Why deprive yourself of the happiness of making your house a home? Why resist your impulse? Daily life is the most beautiful voyage..."
♥ Constellations;
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- i am a little disappointed;
- breaking point;
- losing grip;
- one-eighty;
- beautiful place;
- nursing diagnosis;
- seventeen years;
- said the moon;
- life in pen or pencil;
- will this not ever end;
- screaming inside;
- hello, hello they said;
- and then i went poof;
- oh my goodness;
- i will bottle up my love;
- not enough time;
- there it goesthat feeling againof disconnection.wh...
- the stress;
- so young and beautiful;
- i'm counting the days;
- sweet little life;
- one two ready go;
- almost there;
- stop;
- giggles;
- laughter, smiles, and happiness;
- falling, drowning, disappearing;
- halt time;
- little old lady;
- no, i am not crazy;
- i give advice and tips to people;
- pressed on time;
- yesterday;
- a never-ending cycle;
- gone again;
- escape;
- perspectives;
- thank you for going away;
- there's an ache in my chest;
- here again;
- goodbye;
- family;
- happy, smiling;
- a fool;
- free from a curse;
- doll;
- shine down on me again;
- driving to the future;
- is death;
- smile, cheese, and click;
- 2010;
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♥ Likes;
♥ Sanctuary;
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