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I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for. You were meant to read these words.
The Story Behind Everything
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- 3 Interleaved Blocks Of Wood, Shot Through With In...
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- The Space Between Oxygen And Hydrogen
- The Monster Made Of Black Paint
- The Reason For Airports
- The Remaining Mirrors
- The Glass Attic Of My Mind
- Absence
- The Line Between Madness And Life
- The House We Keep Moments In
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7 comments:
Thank you for making google Carrington Event :)
....let it burn all the ego that lingers between ....
:-) awesome...
And let the ashes weep.
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there are so many things that stop me: people, events, thoughts. when it's right, i think nothing will feel too big. when it's right, i think every battle will feel worth fighting.
I still burn, my atmospheric, cosmic love.
Love should be selfish when it's not that is when everything crumbles.
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