Somthing form somewhere...
Cheerful
I kind of like it. Ok, i am off to the party. Cant miss it. Bye.
psalms written by palmsCecil spoke with his hands, and when he did, it looked like magic. I was always stumbling for words while he made them out of thin air, shaping molecules into sounds so quiet they could only be seen. I wanted my fingers to dance like his, but they felt clumsy and heavy. But he always smiled when I tried, and his hands smiled back.psalms written by palms
There were nights when the only way I could speak was in sideways glances, and his fingertips would whisper secrets across my collarbone, always slow and soft and quiet.
On the beach, he presses his palm to mine in a classic and immediately intimate gesture. I use my hands to sculpt sandca
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Moving forward one final boss at a time.
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Hunter of the Night...
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If all is fair in love and war does that mean it's legal to shoot my partner????
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Youll never get ride of me! Never!
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Hasta que vuelva a oir tu voz... en mi oido
Hasta que vuelva la ilusion... de un destino
hasta que pierda la razon... estare llamando
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Youll never get ride of me! Never!
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I
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Youll never get ride of me! Never!
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"Devastation, Obliteration
Are all to the point of Exacerbation
There's no explaining my situation now,
Why does this shit keep happening to me?"
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