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What am I to You? They won't remember the times you laughedWhat am I to You? by ~Weary-Reborn
Or the way you held their hand.
They won't remember the things you said.
Did they ever understand?
They don't remember your name, your face,
Or the heart inside your chest.
You made them feel like a man, like a king,
You just ceased to be the best…
FUCK.
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I never got the chance to reply to all your lovely comments on your old account, but rest assured, I loved them all. Thank you very much!
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(> ' []' )> "I reject your reality and substitute my own!"
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"The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails." James Joyce
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(> ' []' )> "I reject your reality and substitute my own!"
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Lycopene
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"The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails." James Joyce
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Lycopene
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mistweaver
just let me see your art
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Much love,
Laura
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"The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails." James Joyce