| At night, any night, there are times when one hears a howl that would otherwise pierce the heart. On nights like those, one owes oneself to be especially prudent when walking in the streets. One never knows what lies after the corner. |


at the graveShe cries at the grave of the friend of a friend. (But brothers aren't really friends.) And I cry because she cries.at the grave
Mother aren't supposed to cry. Why are you crying?
Pain. Her pain, her brother's pain, the family's pain--it all just blends together. There's only one pain.
Our pain.
I embrace her. (What else can I do?)
She cries even harder. I try to comfort her. (I don't know what to say!) I can't speak, for fear it'll coem out.
That sob. The one I've been holding in all this time.
At the grave,
Is Flyyyy.
JustBeFriends| 63%
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i'm not afraid to die. but i'm afraid to dry./
"Je ne suis pas daccord avec ce que vous dites, mais je me
battrai jusqu? la mort pour que vous ayez le droit de le dire"
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The truth is, everyone's going to hurt you. You just have to decide who is worth the pain. I have...
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My Club
~nutellaclub
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I like ilike ilikeiekeielks like I like pennnnnzzzzzzzz ^^
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