Not for me. By themischievousannaMarch 15, 2016 ( 2 ) Then there was a person Without the claim That I was to be The same. Advertisements Share this:Share on TumblrTweetMoreEmailPrintPocketLike this:Like Loading... Categories: Photography, WritingTags: emotions, Fiction, fiction&poetry, life, photography, poetry, writing Related Articles Under the wasted rubble. By themischievousanna2 months ago Another subject. By themischievousanna2 months ago The Messiness of Illusion. By themischievousanna2 months ago 2 comments › Jonathan Caswell March 17, 2016 • 12:39 am Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented: AND THUS YOU ARE YOURSELF! 😀 LikeLike Reply ↓ Jonathan Caswell March 17, 2016 • 12:40 am Cute little ditty—quite witty! 😀 LikeLike Reply ↓ Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.
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AND THUS YOU ARE YOURSELF! 😀
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Cute little ditty—quite witty! 😀
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