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i could have loved, i once loved...    i could love once more... but then... i'd rather be dead. story of my life... the breath, and depth of a love for you, overpowered me to cite... however many times i'd rather see hell than i might see you... and from what i've seen...       from what i've seen?! i've seen you more times than all the hell i could wish for! god **** me... i love you, so, so, so much! when you gave me Bulgakov while playing video games... your fudge plump nose that i loved to bite during sex,watching your *** in the mirror... your laughter... your snigger, and subsequent laughter... your exes...     your plain dross of brown hair...        i live and i die: remembering you....    i am... merely a memory of you... and you know that i know, and i know, that you also know... i am born within you, i am born from you, i think because of you, i am thought: because:   i am you!                 you are the shadow that gnaws at night!        your shadow eats, the night!   you are a love, that describes love in fiction and makes wise men, fools!               my lust, my Islamic bow....               my enduring, first, and last, Surah...   my sigh... my laughter...    all that is me, thus made unto you, thus...             all that is me, be made: unto you. and she has a name... Ilona.
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Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 10:04 PM UTC
talk of love: idiots love more than once
i could have loved, i once loved...    i could love once more... but then... i'd rather be dead. story of my life... the breath, and depth of a love for you, overpowered me to cite... however many times i'd rather see hell than i might see you... and from what i've seen...       from what i've seen?! i've seen you more times than all the hell i could wish for! god **** me... i love you, so, so, so much! when you gave me Bulgakov while playing video games... your fudge plump nose that i loved to bite during sex,watching your *** in the mirror... your laughter... your snigger, and subsequent laughter... your exes...     your plain dross of brown hair...        i live and i die: remembering you....    i am... merely a memory of you... and you know that i know, and i know, that you also know... i am born within you, i am born from you, i think because of you, i am thought: because:   i am you!                 you are the shadow that gnaws at night!        your shadow eats, the night!   you are a love, that describes love in fiction and makes wise men, fools!               my lust, my Islamic bow....               my enduring, first, and last, Surah...   my sigh... my laughter...    all that is me, thus made unto you, thus...             all that is me, be made: unto you. and she has a name... Ilona.
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Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 10:04 PM UTC
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