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RIP #LiverpoolStreet, #London
For centuries, this building watched over the citizens of east/north London. Now, it, like those people, is but an unwanted memory from a forgotten past.
β Just because you fill something up doesn't mean it isn't empty.
For centuries, this building watched over the citizens of east/north London. Now, it, like those people, is but an unwanted memory from a forgotten past.
β Just because you fill something up doesn't mean it isn't empty.
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Damn capitalism. Damn it's "quick" and "easy" business ventures. Damn it's rushed and unnecessary forms of so-called "progress." Damn its deliberate "busts" and "booms." Damn it's "economic" excuses. Damn its profit motives. Damn its failures and even more its "successes." Damn it's greed. Damn its lies. Damn it's destruction. But, most of all, damn it's true intentions.
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Forwarded from Dark & Fascinating Art (Vin's Favourite Artwork Archive)
Burning of the Goliath by Lance Calkin
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If your family make an effort for someone but that someone undermines their effort, you can be sure they're not worthy of the very concept of family itself
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Seeing happy couples together through thick and thin only highlights the lazy and pathetic nature of selfish jokers.
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One of those mornings that I miss people and moments that I thought I'd let go for good.
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"I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything
What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I'm still right here
What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way"
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything
What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I'm still right here
What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way"
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