

..The soft hiss of rainfall greets me as I awake from my slumber. It soothes my weary mind, dousing the fire that blazed behind my sleeping eyes; my dreams have long since been ignited by a flash of lightning, like a guilty conscience, tearing through my insides. This most recent vision involved, of all things, a theme park The cold of the small metallic bench against my legs, the smell of warm caramel and crisp green apple, the shouts of fellow thrill-seekers It is warmth, happiness, solace. But, much like that wonderful day, that memory, those moments, my dream has ended and I find myself alone. Despair at my inner ugliness has me i..
iloveyouthough
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"It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live."
MOOhahahah
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"It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live."
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"It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live."
just something i found in the archives.
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"It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live."
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Hell is not a place, it's a state of mind and body; Hell is an obsession with a name, a voice, a face
あなたはゲームを失った。
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Hell is not a place, it's a state of mind and body; Hell is an obsession with a name, a voice, a face
あなたはゲームを失った。
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G-d is like a casino. The house always wins.
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