A thing of beauty, Diary of a break up. And breakdown. Death twitches my ear. "Live," he says, "I am coming." – Virgil Posted by mentalexotica on September 13, 2007April 18, 2011 Each night is a small death unto itself. We wake the next day with the blessings of the sun. No one is forsaken. I love you, as does God. Please, remember to remember that. Share:EmailPrintTweetShare on TumblrMorePocketTelegramWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Related
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