Things aren't always black and white.
Actally, almost never.
There's more to you,
Then meets the eye.
More to me, then the gold hair,
Whispering to you,
Through the wind.
I belive,
That sometimes,
I'm too much.
Too
Much
L
o
v
e
I've only got a year
Let me,
And I'll let you.
Grey
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Ponderings
I wonder what heaven looks like. I wonder this as an atheist. Is it space, sailing among stars? Is it merely a concept, eternally to be determined, determined by fate?
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The boys with stars on their faces
Someday time will stop
Abruptly at that,
And he’ll come for me
The boy with stars on his face
He lives in my mind, and I find him alive in my dreams
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how to die after living your life in six days
June 8th 11:30 am- 6 days
I have 6 days. Nothing more, nothing less, and that should scare me, make me anxious, something, but it doesn’t. I have a plan.
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