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It's green. It's burning. It's near. It's far. It's bright. It's bristling. It's lasting. It's sour. It's hot. It's digging. It's ENVY..
It's haunting. It's silent. It's secret. It's ravenous. It's fatal. It's destroying. It's consuming. It's all-knowing. It's black. It's endless. It's DESPAIR..
It's pink. It's blue. It's burning. It's flames. It's power. It's danger. It's laughter. It's rage. It's love. It's life. It's PASSION..
It's red. It's glowing. It's fire. It's spitting. It's heat. It's explosive. It's war. It's uncontrollable. It's flaring. It's short. It's ANGER..
It's bright. It's yellow. It's white. It's green. It's turquoise. It's sun. It's light. It's smile. It's shine. It's spark. It's JOY..
It's black. It's red. It's terror. It's pain. It's dark. It's impending. It's sudden It's building. It's sorrow. It's bliss. It's FEAR..
If Voldemort was so 'clever' (in his mind), why didn't he just knock Harry's glasses off?.
Shut your mouth, And open your eyes. Leave me alone, Your hands are imprinted in red. Break some chairs, And smash some plates. Strangle your own bloody pigeons, And jump off the clock-tower. ..
You are like the Ocean, I could lose myself in you..
Are you blind. Where is you sense. She's leading you on, Why you can't see it. You gave your heart, And she shattered it, Then scattered the pieces. Yet you still follow her. Love.
The most depressing thing on TV: The News..
I'm still breathing, I never really left you, My love can you forgive me. I'm still alive..
The salt spills down my face, The water dripping to the floor. Perfectly round, Perfectly layered. Multiple colours, A rainbow in liquid form. They leave tracks; Evidence. Red eyes, Streaked cheeks.
You teeter on the edge, Of that open abyss. That is reaching for you, With slimy hands. That gaping abyss, That yawning canyon, That widening hole, Is waiting for you to fall.
Drink deep, friend, For the cruel heart of life is never forgiving. Just breath while you can, And laugh when you can, And love and sing while you can. And Live..
"Who's Chihuahua is this?" - Voda Phone advert.
Why must you do this. I can't cope without you, Any longer. I know it hurts, She unhinged you. Your tearing me apart, And you can't see that. It's killing me.
Howling gives my spine a chill, The wind picks up, On my window-sill, The fly-away hairs, Obscure my sight, Lend me your hand, And bring the light.
What's black and white and red all over. Me-after hearing this joke 1000 times. What's green and goes up and down. Me fainting-from overdose of jokes that everyone has heard at least 100 times.
Stepping over the threshold, Do you want me here. Am I invading. Why am I here. I don't need to be here, I don't want be here. But I'm here now..
Flee the battle, Flee the scene, Flee the raging ocean now. Flee the angry storm to come, Flee the crumbling earth beneath, Flee the death, Flee the sorrow, Flee the guilt, Flee tommorow..
I'm gone with the wind, The wind of immortality. Where is this hellish place. I'm stuck up here, Somebody let me down. How can Heaven be Heaven, When I'm alone without you?.
Your eyes are dark, Darker than mine. My eyes are darker than shadows, But your eyes are the midnight. Your midnight eyes are mine..