discarded, abandoned
nothing but lost reminders
and empty promises
it's the same, over and over
paradoxical existence
a never ending circle.
hard to escape
and hard to see the light
but gotta try
gotta try.
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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..."
♥ Likes;
♥ Sanctuary;
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