*sigh* What am I going to do today?
Am I going to cry? To laugh? To Think? To breath?
Or will only your pressence consume me...
my dear love?
It's painful to see you leave. Your reflection cascades memories that imprint asides of your life...
and I love it...
but...
*sigh* what am I going to do today?
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T.I.P.L.L.S.
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tHE ice pRinceSS laDY
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