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smokingboot) wrote2025-05-15 06:29 am
smokingboot) wrote2025-05-15 06:29 am
"I paid for it with Love and Blood."
A lot of pain.
But none of it mine and therefore it doesn't feel quite legit to talk about. I am also completely unable to change a thing.
All I can hear in my head, a single earworm over and over again, is part of the chorus from The Bed by Lou Reed. (TW: SI/SH)
Our own dear Biggie Dervish seems well enough for now; she is enjoying the beauties of this early summer, joyful and vital, an outdoors girl. If she has a week left or a month or a year, we only really know this very day. So we live this very day. But when I look beyond my little garden;
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh What a feeling
But none of it mine and therefore it doesn't feel quite legit to talk about. I am also completely unable to change a thing.
All I can hear in my head, a single earworm over and over again, is part of the chorus from The Bed by Lou Reed. (TW: SI/SH)
Our own dear Biggie Dervish seems well enough for now; she is enjoying the beauties of this early summer, joyful and vital, an outdoors girl. If she has a week left or a month or a year, we only really know this very day. So we live this very day. But when I look beyond my little garden;
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh What a feeling
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