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my mother said i was born on an evil day & prays for me.
& poerty is no place for a heart that’s a whore, my dear.
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almaida, 151187if music be the food of love, play on, give me excess of it; that surfeiting, the appetite may sicken, - and so die. Tagboard
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14:39. you know my love goes with you as your love stays with me, it's just the way it changes, like the shoreline & the sea. but let's not talk about love or chains & things we can't untie, your eyes are soft with sorrow - hey, that's no way to say goodbye. |
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as i search for a piece of kindness
& i find hitler in my heart |
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