Love-Oldest Form of Torture Love- Oldest Form of TortureLove-Oldest Form of Torture
A glimmer of silver moonlight managed to escape from the night clouds, showing only the shadows of a once mirthful girl. Hunched over on the cold ground, she looks up. Her face no longer beamed like the summer’s warm sun. Instead, there is only a sorrowful sparkle in her tear-filled eyes. She reaches out her hand- trembling- and lets out a soft, desperate cry. Her voice no longer soun
Noob
Shame
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Of all the words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these: what might have been.
~*~I'd rather spend my life near the birds than wishing I could fly ~*~
~All I want is to be remembered when I'm gone, even if I'm constantly forgotten while I'm here~
I forgive you for it because your asian though. We all know asians can't spell
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Of all the words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these: what might have been.
~*~I'd rather spend my life near the birds than wishing I could fly ~*~
~All I want is to be remembered when I'm gone, even if I'm constantly forgotten while I'm here~
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Of all the words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these: what might have been.
~*~I'd rather spend my life near the birds than wishing I could fly ~*~
~All I want is to be remembered when I'm gone, even if I'm constantly forgotten while I'm here~
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