Conversations with a ghostWhat's it like to die?Conversations with a ghost
...a dream.
What does it look like?
i can't explain it.
... I rack my brain for another question
Are you sad?
No.
Deviant IDThe FoolI see the way you (all of you) talk. You speak in nasty little whispers. Aimed to hurt but never fired at the intended target.The Fool
I watch your warfare.
I hear every loaded word that fires from your back-stabbing lips and I smile.
I suppose that's why you think I'm foolish; I smile. Perhaps you think “She doesn’t understand what's going on” or maybe you spread your own vicious whispers about me, but that's okay. By all means, go ahead. Try to provoke me. I won't play your game.
But I'd love to hear more...
Secrets have oozed from the lips of nasty l
| My name is Gaby and I love. I also don't know what I'm doing. |
Ants in my pants
I Have To Pee
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E' il tempo che tu hai perduto per la tua rosa che ha reso la tua rosa così importante....
Time you lost for your rose, made your rose so important...
A. de Saint-Exupery
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there's no need to complicate, our time is short.
this is our fate.
i'm yours.
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