Twisted realizations of love and discernment.

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Thursday, June 5, 2014

The hate baffles me

The hate baffles the story of my heart. A story which I rarely speak, thus speak of. Of this, why is thy emotions like a elevator, when I walk up my movements seem faster?Disastrous develops, envelopes, the envelopes not stamped!!! Redeveloped in my trash, I thrash, the gash is deeply executed with... Sign in to see full entry.

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Broken down referred to as a monster. I say thus nothing, nothing which isn't unusual. A individual basis, a thorough understanding of. I have been in the darkest plagues, thy emotion is emphasized and debauched. Shreds of which is not shared and excepted. Reply to be, thoroughly and what can be trust? Trusted is that of love we share. We congratulate insane sinful gestures and refrain from good acts. Just because it's easier to do evil. Unveiled surrealism entails that of my heart. Belittled some are going to be. Gratified some are and some are not. Noteworthy noted but symbolically are quoted ruminating over people's disdainful pleasure of periodic thoughts, but ever so often the horse can not be led blind to a trough, when walking up to the blind handlers ways. A broken hearted man no more.

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