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the head itself was an afterthought. had god not allowed the soul to come up for air, beauty would have been spared our invention.
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a single mother is a twofold mirage. please argue above her quietly. her legs collapse. her child comes first.
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your sister is the only person I’ve recorded to have been born without a gift. I was told this in confidence by an angel masquerading as a small animal; the size of which escapes me.
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it wasn’t until my father lost his job that I began to go hungry for myself.
Jun 20, 2013
Jun 20, 2013 at 3:31 PM UTC
empty imagery
the head itself was an afterthought. had god not allowed the soul to come up for air, beauty would have been spared our invention.
empty imagery
a single mother is a twofold mirage. please argue above her quietly. her legs collapse. her child comes first.
empty imagery
your sister is the only person I’ve recorded to have been born without a gift. I was told this in confidence by an angel masquerading as a small animal; the size of which escapes me.
empty imagery
it wasn’t until my father lost his job that I began to go hungry for myself.
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