And Dread. By themischievousannaFebruary 1, 2016 ( 8 ) This aching sense, Inside of me I cannot, Get it out. Share this:Share on TumblrTweetRedditMoreEmailPrintPocketLike Loading... Categories: Art, WritingTags: art, emotions, Fiction, fiction&poetry, horror, life, Personal, poems, poetry, Thoughts, writing Related Articles Return to sender. By themischievousannaDecember 11, 2023 Sorry to Disappoint, Dear. By themischievousannaDecember 18, 2022 Literally Allegorical. By themischievousannaSeptember 28, 2022 8 comments › andy1076 February 1, 2016 • 12:50 am Exactly how I feel as Monday comes around the corner oof! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓ themischievousanna February 1, 2016 • 2:16 am All too much can relate, good luck! Thank you for reading! 🙂 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓ andy1076 February 1, 2016 • 2:36 am Cheers! 🙂 LikeLiked by 1 person (b)ananartista SBUFF February 1, 2016 • 9:31 am the memory of something never happened LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓ shunpwrites February 3, 2016 • 3:57 am This echoes – I love it! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓ themischievousanna February 3, 2016 • 4:41 am Thank you 🙂 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓ sashadot February 4, 2016 • 7:17 am Deep. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓ themischievousanna February 4, 2016 • 8:46 am Thank you. LikeLike Reply ↓ Leave a comment Cancel reply Δ
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Exactly how I feel as Monday comes around the corner oof!
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All too much can relate, good luck! Thank you for reading! 🙂
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Cheers! 🙂
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the memory of something never happened
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This echoes – I love it!
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Thank you 🙂
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Deep.
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Thank you.
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