as days give in to other days and nights give in to rainy mornings, one wonders at the sense of delight God must feel with his little toys.. US
He plays with our hearts, or bodies, our cars, our houses and He presumable has fun... oh! right, lemme play with that road.. a little tweak and voila! An accident... else, it's Ah shit.. missed again! heard that joke?? let's just put this girl there and that boy there, they'll meet after so many years, but wait!! Things can't be easy, even after they meet, lemme put some other factors like work for instance and keep them apart..
Let's make him enticing, but let's have them stay apart.. each day a struggle, each moment a bit of pain.. Well, when they meet sparks fly asunder, but the yearning.. Oh the yearning..
Why?
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"As fleas are to the wanton boys
are we to the Gods
they kill us for their sport..."
Tuplis
hi
i can feel ur pain
Doing smthing ...showing the mankind for the cursed and ignored one, will make u d mst spirited
Doing smthing ...showing the mankind for the cursed and ignored one, will make u d mst spirited
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