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December
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- I have died too many times while she danced with s...
- It is much more pleasant to hear your name whisper...
- When it pours I'd much rather get wet than to shel...
- I know I have lost.
- A VICTIM OF THE MODERN AGE
- Alice sighed wearily. "I think you might do someth...
- I wish to weep but sorrow is stupid. I wish to bel...
- I watch the horses run by and it seems meaningless.
- The Master said, He who sets to work on a differen...
- So rested he by the Tumtum tree, and stood awhile ...
- In the room I had seen a possible life.
- I hope it's the first of many (Happy Valentines Day)
- Stones from my enemies
- You move awfully quiet now and I still feel you ev...
- The audacity of her sleep
- I know that starting over is not what life's about...
- All I wanted to do is exist in your world. Just on...
- I've closed my facebook. If you need to contact me...
- This is it, this is the last of it. It's all gone ...
- I half smiled, but I was sure she could still see ...
- The first thing in the human personality that diss...
- le temps passe, et chaque fois qu’il y a du temps ...
- When I was little, I used to feel bad for the sock...
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for life's not a paragraph, And death i think is no parenthesis
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