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My newest artwork in College
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| “I will find you,” he whispered in my ear. “I promise. If I must endure two hundred years of purgatory, two hundred years without you—then that is my punishment, which I have earned for my crimes. For I have lied, and killed, and stolen; betrayed and broken trust. But there is one thing that shall lie in the balance. When I shall stand before God, I shall have on thing to say, to weigh against the rest.” His voice dropped, nearly to a whisper, and his arms tightened around me. “Lord, ye gave me a rare woman, and God! I loved her well.” |
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| yesterday...i pierced my ears hmmmmm |
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| maybe somewhere along the line. maybe something went wrong. but all i know is, im not like them. i can't be like them. it would feel so wrong if i try to fit in |
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| i have my own very personal fireworks show outside my window. ............................ MY GOD! WON"T THEY STOP!?!?!?!?!? |
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