I love you enough to let you go.
I shed my tears, changed my heart, replaced my memory... and still, Life without him is like a hole without its emptiness.
The phenomenality of it is that the hate isn't the only real thing- but that the hurt could be as phenomenal and soulsearing too.
I cut myself so deep that I didn't even bleed at all. I plunged the bloodied knife into his heart and realized a freaking an anomaly.
We're both so dead we no longer hurt. Not.
He tried to find me again.
But the sadness is growing day by day.
...
Do I, in the first place, even love him?
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Generl Donut: SERGEANT BACON WHAT DOES THE SCOUTER SAY ABOUT HIS LUST LEVEL Sergeant Bacon: ITS OVER THREE FUCKING THOUSAND!!!!!!!!!!! General Donut: WHAT THREE FUCKING THOUSAND????......yea that seems about right
Thanks anyway.
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Generl Donut: SERGEANT BACON WHAT DOES THE SCOUTER SAY ABOUT HIS LUST LEVEL Sergeant Bacon: ITS OVER THREE FUCKING THOUSAND!!!!!!!!!!! General Donut: WHAT THREE FUCKING THOUSAND????......yea that seems about right
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I laugh. I cry. I learn. I live. I sing and jump for joy.
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I did not turn back. I pressed on, and eventually passed over the border, beyond which lies a place that is wordless and cold, so cold that it, like mercury, burns a freezing blue flame
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I did not turn back. I pressed on, and eventually passed over the border, beyond which lies a place that is wordless and cold, so cold that it, like mercury, burns a freezing blue flame
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