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(none of these are mine)
Even the stars here are a mess.
oh what I wouldn't give to care enough to scream!
No will to break, No voice to cry suffering.
It's hard to believe that it's over, isn't it? Funny, how we get attached to the struggle.
And so it left, with a new hunger: to be left alone.
I am called a dog because i fawn at those who give me anything, i yelp at those who refuse, and I sink my teeth into rascals.
It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.
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