The beginning is the end. Every day is the end of the night that came before. Endings will follow every blink in your eye. What follows is left to no one to see until the light is already fading. Why do we feel the need to control beginnings and endings? There seems to be ebough to deal with getting through already.
melancholy follows despite.
pain will always give us words.
our minds are ours alone. alone is sad.
she dosen't deserve these words being thought. selfishness is no excuse for living. she is beautiful/sad. she wants to be, anything else is too easy.
melancholy follows despite.
pain will always give us words.
our minds are ours alone. alone is sad.
she dosen't deserve these words being thought. selfishness is no excuse for living. she is beautiful/sad. she wants to be, anything else is too easy.
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i leave the 2nd yes...overnighterflighter.