This stupid little poetic saying has been true for a while
and I feel like it's going to be true for a long time coming:
Let's save it shall we?
"Life has got me tangled in its sheets while death holds my hand. Love is a dirty game"
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Fragmented Self who wanders through life like a dreamer and wades through the river of dreams as though it were the only truth left in this world
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