pride is a wonderful thing
and a terrible thing.
it's a seed
that bears two lines between
life and death.
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thoughts untitled through hate and romance
Poetryyou know how you go on walk in the afternoon and when you step out it still kinda sunny. and then you look up again and you notice the sun almost setting. then you look up again and you realize the sun is completely set. and you look up for the last...
