My privacy is gone,
My peace shattered,
All that was worthwhile,
All that mattered.
My thoughts now have been read,
Judged, criticised and laughed at,
I can't write anything anymore,
I can't tell a story, have a chat.
I fell like a hunted animal,
And all hell is breaking loose,
Because now my annoying little sister,
Emily, is on Opuss.
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Lines ever more unclear, Not sure I'm even here...
Who here likes buttery toast. MMMMMMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.
Waist coats and shirts :D <3 smart casual fashion loving it x.
They say: "You never know something good until it's gone." but what if you have nothing good in your life?.
Yesterday at sunrise, I vaguely opened up my eyes to find the space in which she layed was going cold.
it all begins here the world our life all comes down from the sky it sll.
Inglorious Mustards.
A shadow; lacks flaws, lacks features. Provides protection from prying eyes. Hides me better than anything else. But when the darkness comes, my shadow disappears. My shelter gone, no protection left.
Jesus had 12 followers.... HA I have 20 . I win..
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