Near Matches
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The mighty have fallen, and I don't feel too good myself
How the mighty have fallen
The Mother Daughter Show
pierced by the sharpness of my own ideals
A Lesson is Learned, but the Damage is Irreversible
gone with the fallen leaves
what am i here to do?
Every day adds a new worry, on the last day they all disappear
Tinder is dead
if you don't have anything nice to say, a rose still smells as sweet
dying of old age
I was adored once too
A Mississippi legend
Hope is a wedding ring stuck in a drain
My skull is but a padded cell, the walls of which my inner demons bounce off
Dry Leaves
Will I be given that chance?
Pulp Fiction
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