JEN, look-

[fora_da_poeira]

the measure of life is time, ticking away in a twisted web of moments and emotion. it is made up mostly of dirty tears and desperate love songs. nothing stings quite like the honesty of reality. fate’s cruel games turn each passing day into another deep wound, leaving scars sometimes too painful to bear. those scars are buried as deep as they can

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[imjrmn2]

this is depressing....

[fora_da_poeira]

do you think? i tried to add a little hope at the end. there's always hope for things to not suck. but i thought you might like it.