"wash away my tears" Dear Khalel, Hold your breath and don't look down. Just take it one story at a time. It's really not so hard. Sometimes screaming will help you keep the insides inside. There's no turning back, all you can do is.

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"But you see," said Roark quietly, "I have, let's say, sixty years to live. Most of that time will be spent working. I've chosen the work I want to do. If I find no joy in it, then I'm only condemning myself to sixty years of...

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ive lost my concentration. this outburst of emotions, this uncontrolable surge of pain, words seemed to be far away, and im left here, silenced. this feeling that wont subdue, id really hate you if this is untrue. you stare at me like im the only one. we.

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The average; norm. is there such a form? Forlorn; torn between a sole journey and the sojourn of the soul. The final visionary, overtaken by solemn undertakings as serene reality, overshadowed by unreal premise trickles down, abandoned by discontented...

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Whose flesh this is I seem to wonder, Insanity triggers my conscience. Your soul is captured by the light And the dreams of faceless horror. I shed your lies and let you bleed, Leaving you scars that remorselessly refuse to heal. But where has my heart...

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