48hrs , and gircha's gone .


Memento's MoriEvery day, every minute, every second a life is taken and a life is given. Everyone has individual ideas on life and death. Some say we are born to serve a purpose. Some believe we are born to suffer. Some fear death, while others wish it upon themselves. Quite a few years ago, a mother gave birth to a child. She bore a son. He had his fathers brown eyes and his mothers smile. I will call him Mori.Memento's Mori
She held him proudly, rocking him back and forth cradled in her arms. Mori would grow up never to see or know his father but, if he were alive, he too would have been proud. Memento was just six months pre
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sempiternalWhen I grow oldsempiternal
I want a thousand laugh-lines.
For when rainbows dilute and notebooks fatten on times untimely passing,
when the moon falls out of kilter with a sun that curdles in a sad, forgotten sky,
and the rain congeals inside the clouds
when the slurry of seconds sinks deep into my bones and my skin crumples like parchment, my spine co
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HARD BEING the best!
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FH
Look at sky
If you wanna find a rainbow
You'll never find it if you look at down...
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HARD BEING the best!
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with <3
Do you can talk Kordish!!! Any way I like your work
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HARD BEING the best!
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HARD BEING the best!
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