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never has death seemed more humble, or charming sincere, engaging. Extending a hand to a friend in need it seems. But we only brush fingertips... I am scared that the land of the dead will not accept me if I stumble in uninvited.
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Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 7:12 PM UTC
uninvited.
never has death seemed more humble, or charming sincere, engaging. Extending a hand to a friend in need it seems. But we only brush fingertips... I am scared that the land of the dead will not accept me if I stumble in uninvited.
why does my sorrow continue to point me towards death?
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28/Mojave
Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 7:12 PM UTC
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