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Running in fantastic lines Agreeing with the magical future In the embrace of miraculous now We dream to heal Life will be wholesome again
Her love serves Down her heart’s nerves are nerves In sweet redemption and reflection Heaven makes their re-election Oh, sweet help.
~Monday~ Wake up. Go to work. Eat. Sleep. ~Tuesday~ Wake up. Go to work. Eat. Sleep. ~Wednesday~ Wake up. Go to work. Eat.
I am unstable. I am fine. The dark eyed boy in Physics says I'm a dime. He is audacious to call a quarter a dime.