

For Matt, With LoveIn a cold room of instabilities, I open a jar of my hatred, and set it free. Disallowing the blooming, my anger withers away. My eyes are hidden from the light of day, you open my eyes and dialate them to your presence. Now i see happiness in its quintessence.For Matt, With Love
Fight Inside
I see you've favourited some of my work.
Well, just to let you know, I've moved to a different deviant account.
~Writerofwrongs
Please go and refavourite it there!
Thanks! ^^
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happyness only real when shared
into the wild
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"The advantage of a bad memory is that one enjoys several times the same good things for the first time."
Friedrich Nietzsche, 1844-1900
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No, you don't.
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