And Dread.

By themischievousannaFebruary 1, 2016 ( 8 )

This aching sense,
Inside of me
I cannot,
Get it out.

Categories: Art, Writing

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andy1076
February 1, 2016 • 12:50 am

Exactly how I feel as Monday comes around the corner oof!

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- themischievousanna
  February 1, 2016 • 2:16 am
  
  All too much can relate, good luck! Thank you for reading! 🙂
  
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  - andy1076
    February 1, 2016 • 2:36 am
    
    Cheers! 🙂
    
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(b)ananartista SBUFF
February 1, 2016 • 9:31 am

the memory of something never happened

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shunpwrites
February 3, 2016 • 3:57 am

This echoes – I love it!

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- themischievousanna
  February 3, 2016 • 4:41 am
  
  Thank you 🙂
  
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sashadot
February 4, 2016 • 7:17 am

Deep.

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- themischievousanna
  February 4, 2016 • 8:46 am
  
  Thank you.
  
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