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grasping with fingernails as they tear through your skin. leaving no signs of pain, your wounds to mend. and no i don't understand how they forget. when so much has passed us by they take what they can get. and no i don't understand how weightless they must be without feeling.
without feeling.
without feeling.
anyone can fight the battle of just one day. it is only when we add the burden of those two awful eternities, yesterday and tomorrow, that contentment will escape us.
without feeling.
without feeling.
anyone can fight the battle of just one day. it is only when we add the burden of those two awful eternities, yesterday and tomorrow, that contentment will escape us.