It's eight weeks to the day sice i last hurt...
I've been working hard to find my inner wealth...
Fall to the Sky
Breathing becomes harder...
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Pain and fear...
A blanket of stars, covering the night.
Under the spell of the steel-white moon...
He looks like a glass doll put way up on a shelf
Something not to be touched...
What you see
Is what you get...
She runs through my dreams,
And haunts all my thoughts...
In my profile
is a sweet image...
It's clear that I can't live with you
And I can't live without you...
The Scream (1893) by Edvard Munch
He realized there...
Shivering heather
awaken to misty moors...
I saw the moon
the other day...