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the grass isn't greener on the other side, it's greener where you water it, and if it is in fact on the other side, it's probably fake....

though the seems of their cracked dignity are stitched tightly from the riots of their past, the scars still remain. time and time again...

whatever spec of minuscule hope that lurked around in this ill-equipped dryland of a body was shattered. the grass wasn't greener on the...

dear mr. laurens, what else is there left to say to you? think carefully of the words i said. i pray to the g-ds that you feel some type...