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Everytime grief entered I went into another room.
A door, a window, the whole house and its gardens...
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Nothing you can say
Can save me now...
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A tragic turn.
Mid story bleeds. No one was...
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Papaw’s Day ~
Papaw and the kids at the park...
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In the shadows, where darkness feeds,
Lies a tale of souls with desperate needs...
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They were cooking,
for their parents and children...
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If tomorrow was another day
then why am i left feeling so far...
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Sometimes I look upon the sky
And see dark clouds forming high...
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Your soul, my love, is like a deep, dark sea,
Where secrets lie and mysteries swim free...
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In small pieces
you come back to live...
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Neatly lined up 64 little pills
He sighs deeply and steels himself...
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Pulp
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1 by Jenna Bella Oldridge
My self-love is circumstantial.
My self-worth particularized by events...