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* "Didn't find anything, to be as peaceful and satisfying as raging war against the thoughts in my head that pester me to adore my past." * Huh!! With every passing hour that you let yourself dream, you stab your own heart with your very hand & relish the thought of bleeding at your own convenience. Then Gradually, I knew the words I wrote to make you everlasting, imprint of my love... will be my burial ground dug by your very hands.
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Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 4:17 AM UTC
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* "Didn't find anything, to be as peaceful and satisfying as raging war against the thoughts in my head that pester me to adore my past." * Huh!! With every passing hour that you let yourself dream, you stab your own heart with your very hand & relish the thought of bleeding at your own convenience. Then Gradually, I knew the words I wrote to make you everlasting, imprint of my love... will be my burial ground dug by your very hands.
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Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 4:17 AM UTC
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