The Pen and The Wind
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So this just happened. I was gonna do electric blue, but in the end, of course I pick purple. I like it.
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I’ve been seeing a lot of Animal Crossing giveaways recently and I want to participate!
This time around I will be having a...
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You are my sunshine.
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In a few days I get to meet one of my tumblr friends!!!
Yay!!!
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Walking Barefoot Over Thistles
There really is such a fine line between love and hate. But what, truly, do we hate? Do we come to hate that which we...
I sometimes think I can’t exist,
I’m far too improbable to live in this reality,
I think I’m held in purgatory,
The solitary, subtle hell,
Not direct pain and torture,
But the psychological torment,
Of solitary confinement,
Every day the walls close in more,
Every day the air turns thicker,
And I’m screaming in terror and protest,
But it falls on deaf ears,
What have I done to earn my sentence,
In this most silent of hells?
Why do I deserve this?
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