Midnight brings the death of reality. We come undone and see each other as we are; flesh and bone that gets use to being posses by the worries of yesterday.
Midnight brings the death of reality. We come undone and see each other as we are; flesh and bone that gets use to being posses by the worries of yesterday.
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Hm. I worry about the future…
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Me too Patty, me too Patty
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deep. i liked it.
nice to visit your blog.
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Thank you for reading
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