I open the window during hearing thunder expecting rain, and I get the eye of the storm.
Desperately wanting to complain and fuss.
And I can’t.
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- The girl’s eyes are red from weeping.
- I seem to be in a sticky pickle.
- This will serve as witness
- i’ll always only pick you the most prettiest flowe...
- I want an Octapus to swim away with my camra
- The Overview What Pleasant Smelling Cranberry Muffins
- Organic Free Range Egg and Applesauce
- Arguably my favorite quote of all time.
- Help i'm alive,
- This is not a metaphor.
- Things to Say, Can’t. pt. 2
- There's a then, and a now.
- Knowing that
- A Never Ever
- Earrings so cute.
- You're without it
- S/he
- Tell me why. Subconciously I want to learn on my own.
- Love reaches out in little ways, showing attention...
- Things to Say, Can’t.
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