

I Remember.I wonder at what point the rain lost its magic for me. When the flowers on my windowsill wilted and died. When all the colour in the world became muted and dull. When I forgot the very reason, the very thing that made me me.I Remember.
Theres no beauty left in this. The barren landscape of a body; mottled with freckles, lacy scars and butterfly-like bruises. The mind that does not question, but does not do what it's told. The lullaby that plays, on repeat, for days.
And yet the sun still rises. A sheer blue backdrop awaits. The pitiful children with their significance imagined. Thinking the gods would make the sky cry jus
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"What were you doing when I was out of the room??"
"I was pooping in the sink."
I just featured your picture of JD in my recent journal entry. I hope that's alright, but if it's not, feel free to let me know and I'll take it down for you.
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You cant tell other people how to feel, you just cant. Someone will cry; thats fine. Others may choose to laugh, and guess what? Thats okay too. Plus, you dont know whats going on inside peoples heads.
-Dr. Cox-
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You cant tell other people how to feel, you just cant. Someone will cry; thats fine. Others may choose to laugh, and guess what? Thats okay too. Plus, you dont know whats going on inside peoples heads.
-Dr. Cox-
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Jack Sparrow: "but why is Rum gone?" lmao
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