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They have followers in different timezones and want everyone to get a chance to see it
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The reaper of the dark.
Slick black hair. Shiny eyes. I see a god standing right infront of my eyes. But the tux is stained with blood from his veins . Make it stop or let him cry. Scream for help but he wont let you try. Hes a murderer of thoughts and the jailer of your mind. A sexy man with a terrible mind.
You are an abstract thought
To those who dream in their sheets
But a miracle of a rainy September
For those who can do anything
And everything
To escape their dreams
The art of letting go
Do you ever sit and reflect on everything that you've been feeling lately ?
It's both
relieving and painful
To give another thought
To the feelings inside of you.
You carry it ,
Forgetting it's weight
And when you sort your
Feelings out at the end of the day,
You're left with a handful of laughs
And a whole lot of pain.
Because you know
Deep in your heart
That a moment like this won't ever come again.
And the people in your memories
Wont stop for you
They'll live on
And so will you.
And those few who don't,
They keep you rooted in their love
You cannot find a way out of them
Because they've stopped,
Not necessarily for you
But for good.
And just know
That you can't always let them go.
Because what they made you feel
will live on
Even when they aren't here
To rekindle that emotion inside of you.
A beautiful body perishes, but a work of art dies not.
Starry night over the rhône
The Starry night
Almond blossom
Still Life: Vase with Pink Roses
Sunflowers
Café Terrace at Night
The Sea at Les Saintes-Maries-de-la-Mer
Trees and undergrowth
Avenue of Poplars in Autumn
Self-portrait (1887)