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by StandStill Oct 15, 2008 category : Dark, fantasy / other
Confession: I don't feel well, terrified of the dreams in which I am guilty of every single thing. Dearest, may I confide in you? I hate this world I see. I want something so much better, something more for you and me. But daisies don't make the world go round, and money's an object here. I'm scared I can't afford to be good enough for you, my dear. Dearly beloved, you are gathered here today to remember once upon a times when rainbows weren't black, white, and/or grey.