Ihopefully i'll have some new stuff up soooon though.
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OhOh I know That nothing is ever really over Even as the links fall fewer And even when the hearts fly farther But does that mean I still have to see you again? And again?Oh
I always hoped we would be able To go our separate ways without stealing So many awkward glances backward To our final tap dance Drawing out the performance
Longer and longer Until the depths of the situation grew Ice cold and grounded in Unsatisfactory emotions. Ones not strong, or valid enough to tear But rather barely pound away At cracked tiles And still-cru
by ~ForYouIShallBurn
FelledSee the sky melt? Blue falling away to show magnificence: Indigo, violet, orange -Felled
Ripping away at the edges. To think, I never knew it existed.
Somehow the magnificence smears to black. Diamonds thrown across it.
But those rocks aren't precious stones at all but rather tiny pin-pricks stretched to become gaping holes of blue and white.
Sun sets and sun rises don't exist at all.
Its all a ploy. And it's received through endless screening.
But the bulbs are broken; no longer are we blind,
by ~ForYouIShallBurn
Rock Him"I almost love you enough to let you live" she whispered in his ear. At this point he was almost sobbing. She stroked his hair gently, cooing to him. "Baby, you know how much this hurts me, don't you? You know if I could have it my way, this wouldn't be happening right now, don't you? You know darling, you know I love you and, well, if you had only loved me back like I wanted, we wouldn't be here. Instead we could be going out to that little French restaurant they just opened, the one I've been begging you to take me to. You know the one, right? With the little patio outside and all the beautiful flowers? You realize that, right? But it's tooRock Him
by ~ForYouIShallBurn
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born to abuseI do not feel sorry for the child, who has been robbed of their happiness. Those who cut and bleed because they have seen better days.born to abuse
Broken hearts and black lipped smiles.
Drink to forget. Forget to drink and be sad. Those who smile every once in a while.
They are just like the rest of us.
I cry for the child who knows nothing else but pain. Who has never seen a happy day. Who was born an raised to screaming voices.
Black burses and rattled bones No shamed faces.
Who lives life this way. Why is happiness being beaten, One less time a day. Oh mer
by ~0-Rollie-0
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- Current Residence: Chicago
- Favourite artist: Renoir; Odd Nerdrum
- Favourite cartoon character: Germaine
- Personal Quote: Depression is a psychological tumor, lodged in the pit of our mouths, forcing us to frown.
- Tools of the Trade: A sharpened pencil and paper, fully loaded camera
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