Some trees grow old and are worshipped for their years. Some grow old and just get in the way, then they get cut down.

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August 7, 2015 0

They hated each other before I was born.

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August 5, 2015 0

I was a bird in my past life.

911

August 4, 2015 0

Sometimes, the rhythm of the machines remind me of your heartbeat– A light hum of a hello.

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August 3, 2015 0

He was cold and I was warm; we seemed to balance perfectly. Until I met her.

909

August 1, 2015 0

I can’t see them anymore, as a matter of fact, I can’t see at all.

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July 31, 2015 0

I got stuck in a tight place.

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July 30, 2015 0

I hope to make my parents proud one day; They’re all I have.

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July 29, 2015 0

We stopped playing games when we were three.

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July 29, 2015 0

The pretty things aren’t the only things that need protecting.

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July 28, 2015 0

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