I'm surrounded by love,
Considering leaving all support for myself.
I think about the afterlife when I wake up.
Wanting to give up all desires is a nightmare.
I didn't do that.
The two are searching for her,
But she left only to come back.
The hand-print disappeared,
Because of science.
My new eye-wear won't scratch.
I paid a pretty penny for this set.
Goodnight.
Dec 31, 2015
Dec 31, 2015 at 5:41 AM UTC
I'm surrounded by love,
Considering leaving all support for myself.
I think about the afterlife when I wake up.
Wanting to give up all desires is a nightmare.
I didn't do that.
The two are searching for her,
But she left only to come back.
The hand-print disappeared,
Because of science.
My new eye-wear won't scratch.
I paid a pretty penny for this set.
Goodnight.
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