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| amy the futures trader |
glorious. yes, ah, but the song must end. even married couples must end their songs someday. maybe to learn a new one, but then again, maybe not. all of it is very sad. they come back into my head sometimes. and i lament. but i remind myself of the bad parts, then, and they do go away. so then, still depressively since I haven't learned any ultimate tricks, etc, i try to make myself worthy of another future. i'm sorry for your loss. (insert catholic incense here) |
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| unhinged |
ivet shostakovich brahms bach biber funerary violin i love in a way that cannot be communicated in plain spoken words; they couldn't possibly share the way my heart feels when i look at you |
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