The bakery is closed and so is the sky. We walk anyway, because the dog does not read signs.
Sunday, closed — Tomáš R.
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Tomáš R. · 4 comments
How do you know you are loved Who told you? The skies and the stars above? We are all different Never the same Its hard to tell if they speak with…
what is love? — lee r.
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lee r. · 3 comments
It saddens me to think of the loneliness that is my life. The silence is deafening to my ears. My past connections are nothing more than fragmented…
Hollow — vampyrmoon
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vampyrmoon · 1 comment
I feel broken Nowhere to go My heart is screaming Worried he will say no I wanna run away From all these fears I wanna hide away In my sorrowful…
Broken — Crimson s.
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Crimson s. · 1 comment