

untitled.im no good with titles so most of what i post is untitled..well..hope you like it :)untitled.


unititledThis is a waste of time I sit, I think, I write And nothing comes of it This is not an outlet The weight in my chest still remains I have asked for too much Too much i have not recieved and now the weight of anticipation crushes me Slowly, so that i may suffer And so i write Wat else is a crushed being to do?unititled
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...All Love That Has Not Friendship For Its Base, Is Like A Mansion Built Upon Sand...
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...All Love That Has Not Friendship For Its Base, Is Like A Mansion Built Upon Sand...
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