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secret in the soil
a secret turmoil
is in the cosmic soil
where secrets hide in every fractal
where souls transform into something tactile
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astronaut
Cant i just be a new moon forever?
had enough of the opportunity to be shown
for all that could bring is misinterpretations more brutal than possibly known
everyone becomes a spectator
an observer or appreciator
with cameras and clipboards and critiques that abhor
admiring the symmetry or lack thereof
the irregular passivity or whatever theyre thinking of
when all i need is one astronaut
who dares get away from the crowd temporarily
and hug the chapped exterior genuinely, daringly
to pull me closer to home
or help me make myself a home
out of the cold surface of my own bones
because sometimes it only takes one astronaut daring the atmosphere
to make the good cheers
heard
an astronaut to get rid of the vermin ive herd
an astronaut to let me hear every word
that the world has been saying slurred
and perhaps an astronaut would dare
tread the unseen and unlit bare
with every intention to know me better
and turn the dust into a cozy shelter
where both could find solace in
when the stray sun
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ediS
No thats not it no thats not all
My dear theres more waiting down the hall
Just like the moon there will always be more
Than just the craters you can buy at the store
For what reason musy I reveal
The very things that i feel?
Inan effort to be more real
Or to justify the ideal?
No way no can do
Ive been trained and raised to just not be true
For if i do oh dear youll see
The beautiful spectrum of a bruise so blue
I shall recount i shall recall
I sill tell the stories and all
But expect no closure nor significant remarks
That will make me more than a bystander in a park
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moon
Life on the moon couldnt be any stranger
Beauty and calm in a misleading picture
Its getting harder every night
To take tye punches left and right
There are no stars in the sky
Theres no light
Where i am no one knows
Assumed to always be able to take the blows
The occasional phase allows the world to see
The beautiful image thats hell for me
The illusory sense of what hell could be
It isnot hot nor in flames
It is cold. Where your own fire wanes.
The unforgiving vacuum will suffocate the soul
With the void and darkness that swallows you whole
You will writhe and you will scream
Though moving is haeder than it seems
So you stare and simmer and then implode
At the gatling gun thoughts that destroyed your abode
There is nothing more lonely than looking up the End
And find yourself defenseless with not a single friend
Everyone refuses to see
The craters in the celestial C
Lofe on the moon is where i should be
For the moon is all i could ever be
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A Question for Camus :iconkayateya:kayateya 2 0
Literature
Cosmic Principle
"There are things in this world, that I don't understand.
Like: Love, war, gravity, or the lay of the land.
But all of these remain mysteries,
but one thing is for sure, you are worth living for."
Those lines weren't mine
And they were too beautiful to derive from
though I thought of some rhymes
so I thought you should have some
But first, let me address how crappy that was^
and it's already just the first two stanzas
Oh well. Here I go about to make you cringe
strong enough to make a tinge.
Though I might be mistaken
since your armor's already jaded
with a few hundred dents too many
from the invasion of the black goo's army.
There are things in the air that can't translate to words
or stanzas, paragraphs or whatever other abstract in the world.
Just like the insatiable call to always be at least 3 meters near you
or at least near enough your vicinity just to help me believe youre true
Call it flattery. Call it faked.
But you can never take away this genuine ache
for your presence or a
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Here
Through ashen days that end in gold
Or repugnant days encrusted in mold
Despite the storms the world has told
I will always give you my hand to hold
Thick and thin, near and far
I will never be beyond your par
I am your constant. I will be there.
And we'll tread along together in life's fare
This is my promise. My offered pact.
The shaking of your land gives truth to the fact
That unless you want the muck you grow stout
There are some things that need let out
But I wont force you to do so,
Unless the need radically grows
Youre precious to me, dear to the world
Let me treat the bloody wings you unfurled
Youve always been there for me,
The perfect guy
Who bathed me in affection tenderly
And held me as I cried
Internally and externally, without fail
To make me feel wanted and nevermore frail
I hope I can do the same
Have the magic touch to ease your pain
Just as you have with mine
I hope we can talk some time
But like I said, you set the pace
To when youll show your battered face
That was
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Decomp
To decompose is a favor to the world
For the disservice I have done unto it
For existing when I shouldnt have
For surviving when couldnt have
I will decompose. Gladly. For no glorious death can ever make me right.
No nooses, no blades. No pills nor pillowcases. No opener for potential failures. No escape from the agonies of the reality
To decompose and rot away
Is something I deserve more than quiet pools. To watch my skin crack off my flesh, to hear my bones crack upon release, to feel my brain bang around the corners of my head
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circadian sorrow
In a world where self-care is a concept
as unimaginable as a final project
or as unattainable as a perfect
or as fleeting as gossip
In a world where sleep is a luxury
for the strong as to not be wary
of performance quality
since they can slumber confidently
for the ones so done and weary
before they give up altogether the worry
to end up lying defeated on a gurney
In a world where eyebags
droop as low as dirty flags
where they can swell as big as a bed
where youd want to lay your head
just to let the queasy night end
where you want to sleep in your bed-sized eyebags
in search of a space to let down and let snag
your dreams at the seams
without a care
there comes a time in the dawn
when focusing becomes a chore like mowing the lawn
when gravity feels a point too strong
and your head drops down or bobs along
to the tune of happy clocks and waking cocks
to the sound of post-rock and migrating flocks
to the vibration of the reality of the collective predicament
of assiduous psychological l
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WhisperScream
You're afraid of letting me feel so alone
But as long as you dont leave me indefinitely–
Permanently–
I wont be.
Im going to whisper that certainty
Because whispers are more real
They have to be really there, near you, for it to be real.
For you to hear it.
While a shout can come from anywhere, sound like anyone or anything.
I will whisper that certainty. Because it deserves more than a hollow scream. An empty alleluia.
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Artery Day :iconkayateya:kayateya 4 1
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Gut
She knew something would happen. Maybe the escalator was falling a bit too quickly. Maybe it was the absurdly loud aircon. Maybe it was the awkward silences in the mall, of all places.
There was something off. She could tell.
A gunshot. A scream.
Chaos was on everyone's mind and fear was hunting, gunning down the open, the frightened, the afraid. People ran and fell, hid and slumped, shivered and cried. People died.
'It could be better,' someone thought.
The building collapsed.
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For what is Mine
Time was our enemy
Fate was not our friend
We wanted a remedy
To dispel an unwanted end
Fate was a frenemy
To remedy
The malady
That struck the bones inside of me
And part my heart to let you see
All the good the bad and all the wrong
The right the crap and Im undone
Tonight i fight for what is right
Tonight i cry for what is mine
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shrug
The world is made of imperfections, though we try to make it less so.
When we look beyond the proud morning mountains and cast an eye a little higher from the celestial friend, we will see the truth in what lies between us and the next life.
In our little scan we would see
what lies beyond floating free
Some dots are stars and some are planets
some are whole galaxies or simply comets.
One can always confuse one with another.
Isnt that an imperfection in itself?
But what beauty it holds, what power it has
to influence and mesmerize
us to stare and gape at the twinkling sky
until whatever troubles us comes to pass.
It would seem even the cosmos arent smart enough to hold their maths
and keep up with the calculations made by man
Or justify formulas and prove them true
So they well in rebellion and change hue
Because there's more to life than being blue
over numbers and perfection and the ideal for everything
because it knows that there is no such thing as a fling
when it comes to existing
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112916
perhaps it wouldnt be much of a heartbreak
to get up from the bed and stretch awake
live another breath another second to prepare and fake
the words as you go along for a second take
Maybe it wouldnt be so muddy to hear
all the things that you held dear
were clearly destroyed in the way you most fear
and that its useless to shed one more tear
Maybe
My mind made a map of the memories that mattered
and burned it all to hell
some remnants will float about unfettered
taunting me and wishing me well
they urge me to go on, to continue without them
to make more of them in the future
but i barely have the energy then
to create something as pure
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flicker
there are days
when my only source of solace
from the cold world
is a flickering lampshade
never meant to warm frozen hands
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All for you
Falling asleep with tears in my eyes
And haunted by the thoughts of you
This is for you hun'
Your face is smiling at me
A fake, ghost-version of your old beautiful smile
Teasing me with what could have been
What I could have had
Those bright blue eyes look at me
But the sparkle is gone
Now they're just the eyes of a stranger
I watched you dissappear
I stood by and saw you fade away
Only a ghost is left of the old you
There was nothing I could do
So this is for you my dear
I'm holding you oh so tight
Fighting to bring you back to life
I'm falling asleep with tears in my eyes
These teardrops fall for you
This is all for you my love
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Believe
I've felt this way about this since the very early start
You began saying nice things and swore to me they were true
But for someone with no self esteem, believing can be hard
Am I seriously, really that important to you?
Do I ever disappear when you turn off the computerscreen?
Do you think about me when your screen turns to black?
Your reaction when I leave is something that I've never seen
Do you ever softly sigh and whisper "I wish you were back"?
It's not that I don't want you to be sad to watch me go
But why it would upset you, I'll never understand
I can only guess, but for sure, I'll never know
All I can do is ponder, and believe it, in the end
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I Miss You And I'm Sorry
I miss your beautiful big eyes
And the way they blinked when you were surprised;
I miss your warm breath on my skin
As you rubbed your nose against my chin;
I miss your cute little snores,
The ones you made with the runny nose;
I miss the way your head would tilt
And how you slowly fell asleep just for it to wilt;
I miss the way you meowed when I woke you up to eat,
The way you lighted up when you got a treat,
I miss your tiny teeny paws
And how they scratched my hands with their small sharp claws,
I miss your furry tummy
And how it hugged my neck as you slept against your mommy,
I miss your ears and tail and all the little things,
But I miss you more than anything.
And I’m sorry, I’m so sorry
For all the times you’d wait,
For leaving you again
And coming back too late.
I’m sorry, ‘cause I loved you,
I loved you all nine lives
And I know how it feels to wait
For someone who just won’t arrive—
And I’m sorry, I’m so sorry
Becau
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No Mind
There used to be a time when my eyes could see the light
but soon they cut to black and I face the eternal night.
No sensations against my skin;
I don't think, feel or hear--
You might be pounding on my jaded crystal
but I would never even know you're near...
Caught inside this wave of madness;
clashing against my sea of thoughts,
I barely function through the embittered blackness
but my father told me to give as good as I got...
So I'll make sure that my world keeps turning
enough to make you sick as I churn your soul with dread.
And I'll let your scars become my magnum opus
because you were the one that first fucked with my head!
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Catharsis
I close my eyes and embrace the sudden blindness,
yet the dark does nothing to dull my agony.
But the more I think of you,
the more I resent this tragedy...

For what I once felt has now become utter enmity

And truly it would please me,

only when I have you bare...

Your body will be a canvas for my torments,
bent as if to be ridden like a mare.
And once I am finished,
you would be such a beautiful, yet twisted masterpiece.
For it is only your suffering and anguish,
that can serve as my heart's release...
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Light Of Hope :iconxanderleonart:Xanderleonart 118 11 Mad Clown :iconxanderleonart:Xanderleonart 34 3
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whipping my bones / into shape
i am eighteen
& still taking the
spots stretched taut
across my                         gentle
wedges of cheekbones
lifting them                       softly
off of myself like
the only thing that’s gonna
spill out all over my fingertips
is light, not
four years worth
of blood
& i have never
switched lips with a
stranger never tasted
the modern meaning
of a mouth but i
am just now learning
that                             maybe breaking
promises like the spines of
the dead leaves they were
made under is a thing that
                                    feels better
than being a glistening
ghost of a
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Storm :iconmaplespyder:MapleSpyder 1,398 38
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Never Wake Up!
Existing is just painful,
I’m aching to be dead,
Because I cannot handle,
All the memories in my head.
Reality is just brutal,
I wish for an escape,
Longing for the happiness,
That other had to take.
Humanity us just one big lie,
That everyone must believe,
If you should ever see the truth,
Insanity is what you’ll receive!
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All materials contained are not to be used/ reproduced/ copied/ edited/ published/ transmitted/ borrowed/ duplicated/ printed/ downloaded/ uploaded in any way without my express written permission. Feel free to contact me if you wish to use my work.
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the gestalt laws of grouping
1. proximity
this finite summer burns as a unified whole. i watch
starlings and try to unlearn old perceptions. It seems plausible
that nothing can ever truly be categorised.
It is said that the human brain experiences divisions based
on closeness. This theory
Can be applied not just to visual discernment
But to human communication. Is the dot
An outlier, or part of something
Yet uncharted? Thus the nature of God
concludes itself.
2. similarity
Birds of a feather. Physical attributes which are of course
Recognised through faulty mechanisms
Can be arbitrarily decided. This and that. And so on
And so forth. Routine is a myth and so is addiction. I
Smoke cigarettes on the patio
And cannot be distinguished
From a house fire.
3. closure
8pm tuesday my boss buys me marlboros. This sketches out
The shape of something, visible to the naked eye
Like stars in the countryside. Many things can be determined by chance.
We fill in gaps out of habit which means that we
See pictures that do not exist.
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a secret turmoil
is in the cosmic soil
where secrets hide in every fractal
where souls transform into something tactile
Cant i just be a new moon forever?
had enough of the opportunity to be shown
for all that could bring is misinterpretations more brutal than possibly known
everyone becomes a spectator
an observer or appreciator
with cameras and clipboards and critiques that abhor
admiring the symmetry or lack thereof
the irregular passivity or whatever theyre thinking of
when all i need is one astronaut
who dares get away from the crowd temporarily
and hug the chapped exterior genuinely, daringly
to pull me closer to home
or help me make myself a home
out of the cold surface of my own bones
because sometimes it only takes one astronaut daring the atmosphere
to make the good cheers
heard
an astronaut to get rid of the vermin ive herd
an astronaut to let me hear every word
that the world has been saying slurred
and perhaps an astronaut would dare
tread the unseen and unlit bare
with every intention to know me better
and turn the dust into a cozy shelter
where both could find solace in
when the stray sun's rays becomes too much for our skin
No thats not it no thats not all
My dear theres more waiting down the hall
Just like the moon there will always be more
Than just the craters you can buy at the store

For what reason musy I reveal
The very things that i feel?
Inan effort to be more real
Or to justify the ideal?

No way no can do
Ive been trained and raised to just not be true
For if i do oh dear youll see
The beautiful spectrum of a bruise so blue

I shall recount i shall recall
I sill tell the stories and all
But expect no closure nor significant remarks
That will make me more than a bystander in a park
Life on the moon couldnt be any stranger
Beauty and calm in a misleading picture

Its getting harder every night
To take tye punches left and right
There are no stars in the sky
Theres no light

Where i am no one knows
Assumed to always be able to take the blows
The occasional phase allows the world to see
The beautiful image thats hell for me
The illusory sense of what hell could be

It isnot hot nor in flames
It is cold. Where your own fire wanes.
The unforgiving vacuum will suffocate the soul
With the void and darkness that swallows you whole

You will writhe and you will scream
Though moving is haeder than it seems
So you stare and simmer and then implode
At the gatling gun thoughts that destroyed your abode

There is nothing more lonely than looking up the End
And find yourself defenseless with not a single friend

Everyone refuses to see
The craters in the celestial C
Lofe on the moon is where i should be
For the moon is all i could ever be
moon
Cant i just be a new moon forever?
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And here comes mrs sunshine who reunited with someone and left the poor broken man back on the floor the moment whiteboy sung sweet whispers to your ear

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CynEli SelNar G.C.
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I'm just another Cynical Elision.

Not much to say.

Music is my lifeblood and I listen to almost everything (except most of modern pop music.) Especially Orchestral, Post-Rock (and its derivatives), Rock and Metal (with almost all of their subgenres.), some older EDM, etc.

I write, but I am not talented enough to make it worth reading.
Maybe one day.



I am used to be my own Solace.
Yes, I am boring.

Kbai
Interests
Dumadaan ang mga araw at mapapaisip ako sa anong pamilya ang meron tayo.
Obligatory? Nandyan ka dahil nandito ako.

Ngayong umaga nandyan ang munting lambing, ang paghawak sa aking mukha at ang pagkagalak mo sa kaputian ng balat ko, hugis ng ilong ko at kakinisan ng mukha ko. Ang kasiyahan mo sa kagandahan ng itsura ko.

Paano nalang kaya kung hindi ako ganyan? Hanggang diyan lang ba ang rason ng lambing.
Porket ba ako'y galing sa tiyan mo at hindi dahil sa mga nagawa ko? Siguro bonus lang yung mga yun.

May mga araw talaga na napapaisip nalang ako sa kung anong sense ang nagagawa natin. May malaking elepante sa bahay at hindi natin magawang pagusapan.
Ano ba ang bumubuo sa pamilya? Pagmamahalang walang kundisyon? Obligasyon? Negosyon? Investment sa kinabukasan?

Maliwanag ang araw ngayon pero mabigat ang ere. Oo, tagos ang sikat pero hindi tumatagos sa balat ng puso't utak ko sa ngayon. Malamig. Malamig at ako'y manhid ngayon. Marami akong kailangan gawin pero hindi ko kayang tumayo sa hinihigaan ko ngayon.

Nandyan ang lambing pero yan ang lambing na... Walang konteksto. Ang normal at standard sa kamaganak. Wala ang lambing na intimate at malalim. Yung tahimik na lambing ng pagkakaunawa na nakakahilom sa sugatang kaluluwa.

Magkakaron ba tayo ng ganun?

Kasi bigla kong naalala na wala akong pwedeng gawin sa buhay ko na may posibleng sakit ang kalalabasan, kahit ang pagmamahal sa tao, hanggang hindi ka pa nalalagutan ng hininga.

Siguro ganun nga. Hindi ko magawa ang hindi masaktan sa mundong ito, pero nagagawa kong matago. Tutal, mas maganda iyon.

Di naman pasok sa standards mo yung mga problema ko so why bother diba? Bat ka pa nagtaka na mas nagoopen ako sa iba kesa sayo?
Nabuhay ka ng ganyan para hindi maulit saakin ang nangyari sayo. Pero parang ganun parin e. Ibang aspeto lang. Di ako makasalita. Natuto akong magtimpi, mag sinungaling magtago dahil alam kong lahat naman ng pinagsasasabi ko, ginagawa mong kompetisyon sa kung sino ang may mas masakit na buhay. Kahit napakalayo ng mga pinagdaanan natin. Kahit walang kaugnay. Kahit obvious naman na hindi ko magagawa ang ginagawa mo dahil hindi ko naman naging buhay ang sayo. Pero ganun e.
Hindi ko pa nararanasan ang may nakikinig sakin na walang husga. Ang taospusong pakikinig na walang pagiikot ng mata. Ang pakikinig na walang maasar porket hindi ako namumumuhay ng kasinghirap nila.
Ikaw sana e pero hindi rin pala.
Sinabi ko sayo ilang beses na kapag may nangyayari saakin, sasabihin ko. Pero wala. Sa standards mo wala lang yan, kaya ano pa?
Whats the point kung mashshrugg off lang naman din? Nagsayang pa ko ng hininga. Sa standards mo, ang nangyayari saaking ay wala lang, kaya technically walang nangyayari saakin. Edi wala. Sus, sinabi ko pa. Edi wag nalang para walang away diba? Dagdag lang naman yan sa pagtimpi at poot.
Hindi nalang ako umaasa na makakaopen up ako sayo sa araw na badtrip ako. Pero umasa ako na nandyan ka para yakapin ako kapag nakita mo na down ako, pero hindi rin e. Nagagalit at nababadtrip ka din.
'Wala yan sa buhay ko dati, Gwen.' sabi mo. Sabay bwisit at ang mapait na mukha dala ng kababawan ko.
'Wag mo dalhin dito yan.'
Masakit, ika nga.
Minsan napapaisip ako sa kung ano mangyayari sa household natin kung buo pa ang pamilya at nandyan pa si daddy. Feeling ko kahit papano mas makikinig yun. Tutal, mas onti pinagdaanan nun. Wala syang maikukumpara at siguro hindi lilipad sa isip niya ang pagkumpara ni isang beses.
Pero sige. Nagpapasalamat ako na pinalaki akong ganito na mas magaling mag tago. Natuto akong magsulat at masanay na mamuhay magisa. Natuto along magpasalamat lalo sa mga taong nandyan para sa akin. Natuto akong alagaan ang sarili ko sa kalooban, sa isipan dahil sagot mo naman ang pagkain at tirahan. Ouch. Bitter ko pala. Sorry po. Kahit alam kong hindi mo to makikita hanggang... Hanggang doon.
Pinagiisipan ko na siguro ganyan ka kasi ayaw mo ng drama. Siguro sawang sawa ka na dun dati pa kaya ang bilis mong makaahon sa drama ngayon, at naiinis ka sa maliliit na drama.
Siguro may feeling ka na sana mabigyan ka ng credit sa pagsurvive sa buhay mong marahas kaya naasar ka kapag namomoblema ako sa maliliit na bagay at minamaliit mo nalang.

Siguro kasi walang nagturo sayo na makinig. Kasi walang nakinig sayo. Siguro takot kang makinig kasi ang pakikinig ay dala ng commitment sa taong nagooen up, ar lahat ng nilagyan mo ng commitment nawala.

Pinapatawad kita. Pinapasanay ko nalang sarili ko ang realidad na ito na hindi tayo magkakasundo sa ganitong bagay. Mahal kita at  nais kitang samahan sa buhay mo hanggang sa katapusan. Tatanggapin ko na ganito tayo. Salamat sa lahat ng nagawa mo, at sa lahat ng natuto ko. Sa lahat ng hindi mo nagawa akoy nagpapasalamat din. Natuto rin ako dun. Kaya salamat sa lahat. Lalasapin ko nalang ang bawat lambing sa sinungaling na itoy lambing ng pagkakaunawa. Itataas ko ang halaga ng bawat yakap dahil hindi natin maaabutan ang malalim na pagmamahalan talaga, kaya sa mga sandaling lumilipas, lolokohin ko nalang ang sarili na yun yon.

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weirdo-mess Featured By Owner Oct 10, 2016  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Hi, and thanks for the watch. Much appreciated.
Have a nice day!

WM
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LadyLincoln Featured By Owner Oct 8, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for the +fav and :+devwatch: dearheart. I appreciate the support!

With love,
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comatose-comet Featured By Owner Oct 6, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
thanks for the fave :rose:
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comatose-comet Featured By Owner Oct 9, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
and for the watch too :hug:
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Melanie-J-Howle Featured By Owner Sep 26, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
:iconthanksforthe01plz::iconthanksforthe02plz::iconthanksforthe03plz::iconthanksforthe04plz::iconmuchlove3plz::iconmuchlove4plz: :iconblacksparklesplz: :iconblacklovelyheartsplz: :iconblacksparklesplz:
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wei-en Featured By Owner Sep 12, 2016
Thank you for the watch :heart:
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psychosquatch Featured By Owner Sep 11, 2016
Just wanted to say thanks for the watch and your writings are pretty awesome. Keep being rad!
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