hope: something all except her have, noone except her will find, always and ever
being: no one sees the beauty of it, everyone wastes it, a gift of
life: what is life, anyway?
Pinkness

DyingDeath was after me last night, I tell myself.Dying
Why didn't he take me, Instead of that blossoming life? He swiped the flower before dawn, And caught it with cut-throat accuracy.
She was the gravity and the light, O the glorious light, beaming light, awakening light, That broke through the black death-mist. It saved us from falling down, out.
I didn't see her eyes before the end, Those ebony eyes. They were hard. They were piercing. Now gone with the spirit and the love and the life That held us, held me together. Held us when we
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-Run To The Ocean.net
-My Sketch Blog
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yeh, it's me. Dont get your hopes up
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There's always a bright side to life. It's just a matter of not being too colourblind to be able to see it.
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There's always a bright side to life. It's just a matter of not being too colourblind to be able to see it.
i like ur stuff, photies etc.
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yeh, it's me. Dont get your hopes up
i like ur stuff, photies etc.
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yeh, it's me. Dont get your hopes up
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