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Friday February 7th - 11:46am

if ur sad do not fear friend i am sending puppies to help u

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Friday February 7th - 11:46am

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Thursday February 6th - 4:38pm

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Tuesday November 26th - 9:29am

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Thursday August 29th - 6:29am

Nothing so beautiful has ever made me feel so homesick and lost.

Nothing so beautiful has ever made me feel so homesick and lost.

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Thursday August 29th - 6:28am

At location

At location

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Thursday August 29th - 6:25am

Nothing is more intolerable than to have to admit to yourself your own errors.-Ludwig van Beethoven 

Nothing is more intolerable than to have to admit to yourself your own errors.
-Ludwig van Beethoven 

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Thursday August 29th - 6:23am

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Thursday August 29th - 6:11am

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Wednesday May 8th - 11:01am

There’s a certain sadness when you know that someone will and is going to die soon. You recognize dysfunction, loss of thought, missing pieces of a person. You recognize deterioration, creases in skin and cracks in lips. You”ve watched them smile and you’ve watched them marry, you’ve watched them cook and tasted their wares. You’ve watched their style bloom, you’ve witnessed their love that never shattered, although bruised and battered. Now they’re dying; you know that they are. Their smile is hidden, their style is lost, their hair is missing and their heart is crossed. Goodbye, little lady, who was once a statue of stone. Sleep well when you leave me. I know i won’t be alone.

There’s a certain sadness when you know that someone will and is going to die soon. You recognize dysfunction, loss of thought, missing pieces of a person. You recognize deterioration, creases in skin and cracks in lips. You”ve watched them smile and you’ve watched them marry, you’ve watched them cook and tasted their wares. You’ve watched their style bloom, you’ve witnessed their love that never shattered, although bruised and battered. Now they’re dying; you know that they are. Their smile is hidden, their style is lost, their hair is missing and their heart is crossed. Goodbye, little lady, who was once a statue of stone. Sleep well when you leave me. I know i won’t be alone.

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