After all, don’t I deserve to be happy too?
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may flora bloom from every wound that i have volunteered to display.
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After all, don't I deserve to be happy too?
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Song of the day:
After all, don't I deserve to be happy too?
'Cause there's a bouquet for every misery
An embellishment to all my weaknesses
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May flora bloom from every wound that I've volunteered to display
After all, don't I deserve to be happy too?
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Woe to Babylon!
Psalm 137.
By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion.
We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof.
For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song; and they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion.
How shall we sing the LORD’S song in a strange land?
If I forget thee, O…
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I did not realise how messed up my writing writing is. I recently reread everything I wrote so far and noticed how stupid most of what I wrote was. None of it flowed neatly into the next sentence. Build ups weren't well done. And it read like something I would have written in 7th grade. I do not like my 7th grade writing.
I'm going through and reworking some things. These edits may be small or medium, but some of them might be a little more drastic. Especially at points where I feel the story isn't that well thought out.
This might take a little while, but I definitely want to make it better.
I may be amateur, but I do have taste, and I know I can do better than what I already did.
I want to write something I would personally enjoy reading and so far, I don't think I've done that.
Wow, why does this sound like corporate talk? Maybe that's just me.
Anyway, I'm rambling. This is a quick blog post. Wanted to say I'm not dead, I'm just indecisive and want what I make to be at least decent to read
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we reprise our role as strangers
we'd rehearse small resentments when in isolation
then choke on the words when reciting our lines
never perceptive to our situation
the same melancholia every night
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But the frail disposition of love is so swiftly displaced
When left to endure the violence of doubt
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Casey - Great Grief (Official Audio)
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