They should probably test his pee following the game.
If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk through my garden forever.
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| — | Alfred Tennyson |
Nothing hurts more than this. I dont understand anything anymore, nothing makes sense. Walls closing up on me and you’re one of them. Why do we all seem to care for those with no good intentions? is it normal? Is it worth it? I mean you shouldn’t have any positive feelings towards someone that’s hurt you so bad, right? Then why do I.
If my mother ever happened to pass away, no way could I ever be able to talk for months, better yet, even tweet?
