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» I don’t know what to do with all this hurt

I don’t know what to do with all this hurt

I don’t know what to do with all this hurt

I don’t know what to do with all this hurt

I don’t know what to do with all this hurt

I don’t know what to do with all this hurt

I don’t know what to do with all this hurt

I don’t know what to do with all this hurt

I don’t know what to do with all this hurt

I don’t know what to do with all this hurt

» Lefleur

» Crimsonkismet: “I Thought I Breathed The Perfume In Your Blood.” — Charles Baudelaire, The Balcony

» Violentwavesofemotion: “Obsessed, Exhausted, Driven Out Of My Mind / By Tenderness And Desire.” — Alexander Pushkin, From The Bronze Horseman: Poems; “19Th Of October,”

» Finita-La-Commedia: – Marina Tsvetaeva (Russian, 1892 - 1941), From “Poem Of The End”

» Art-Is-Art-Is-Art: “Speak Not, Lie Hidden, And Conceal The Way You Dream, The Things You Feel. Deep In Your Spirit Let Them Rise Akin To Stars In Crystal Skies That Set Before The Night Is Blurred: Delight In Them And Speak No Word. How Can A Heart

» Gamblingwitch: Me, Having To Pretend In Front Of Other People That I Have Empathy

» Finita&Amp;Ndash;La&Amp;Ndash;Commedia: – Emil M. Cioran, From “Encounters With Suicide” In “The New Gods” (1969)

» The Sorrow Of Things

» Bebemoon: “She Grew Into A Forest, She Could Not Be Found.” — Cynthia Dewi Oka, From “Siege: In Response To The Man Who Asked Me, “Where Is The Courage In Your Poetry?”,” Salvage (Via Lifeinpoetry)

» The Sorrow Of Things

» Every Corner Is Tripped. I Looked Everywhere, Nothing. Yet, The Illusion Of Better Existand That What Made Me Fall, Everytime

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