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DepressedLife sux...
Men suck...
Friends suck...
Everything SUX....
So yeah......
MenIt's quote possiable that men Aren't all that bad. I had thought before tonight, That all of them just wanted sex. But it seems now, Some of them are down right sweet.Men
Kind hearted and sweet, You've changed my mind. You've accomplished the impossiable, You are amazing... I can't beleive you don't see it, When it's so clear to me.
You put yourself out there, So fucking vulnerable, Just to appologize...to me... When I am so unworthy... You open yourself ...for me...
I don't understand... Why you...why anyone...
-Untitled-Over the winding country road, And through the feild of dreams, I carry my heavy load, Of crazy half-brained scheams. My greed knows no bounds, My hunger consumes all, Yet i run from blood-hounds That wait for me to fall. I run along the forest path Before I start to slow. For this place is full of wrath From a deed done long ago. Memories of a life once lived Of an elf once loved.-Untitled-
One Monster and One HeartThe bed creaked gently as the body in it shifted slightly. It moaned in what seemed like agony, and the stone walls echoed the moan eerily. A laughed echoed from the shadows, then boot steps came from the corner of the room “Do you think we are done with you?” the voice was a thick accent, most likely Transylvanian, but most defiantly a female. She stepped from the shadows, black boots, up to the knee, a blood red dress was cut high in the front, and lay on the ground in the back. The top was styled like a corset, then long sleeves covered her delicate looking arms. Her pale skin contrasted the deepness of the red, making it seem paler. BlackOne Monster and One Heart
UntitledThis heart of mine is weeping Heavy tears of cold blood. This mind of mine is slipping Into a neverending obsession.Untitled
You are all that matters, It is you that keeps me sane. My world is slowly falling, It's like trying to hold water.
My ears hear naught but your voice, My toughts are naught but you. This obsessioni is consuming me, But, sadly, I do not care.
My friends are starting to worry, But I brush them aside. I need not their tearing words, For my mask is growing thin.
This mask of mine is slipping, But I dare
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I am the master of rambling! I'll explain why, as soon as I explain X. We have to go alphabetically. I wonder if we can go betabetically... Or omegabetically, for that matter...
Eavesdropping is a really bad idea, too.
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"There is something beautiful dying every day
And for the first time in my life I'm not afraid
'Cause there's nothing in this world that doesn't change"
- "Goodnight," by Zox
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