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House of lies Haven't you seen it The lies cries. So many in masks Hidden behind the glass Will you fail or pass. Want to know the past.
This, the first letter is written by Diane that wasn't responded, before she became the girl living on the roof of the restaurant she priorly was the chef of; 'I wore that tight black dress of mine...
Little duckling had no clue That he was stuck with the wrong crew. An ugly duckling you get the gist But this story has a little twist He was a duckling all along But was swimming with the swans.
Women have been the backbone of most wars So I stand strong when I fight among the men I've seen my share of death so I'd say I know the score And I know I'll see it all over again This uniform...
Some of the things we call each other. Brilliant. Resilient. Sexy. Smart. Crazy. God. Lover. Clover. Lucky. Weird. Clever. Flower. Geeky. Cheeky. Magnificent. Benevolent. Soulmate. Lovebird. Sunshine.
''Glitter why do you leave me. I need the pink in my cheeks, my sticking out sharp cheek-bones' The menth-breath of Frissons inside her newly black-dotted pink lungs.
If I were to die, And then wake, In another living body, What form would I take. If I had a choice, Perhaps an eagle, I'd travel the whole world, Up high, proud and regal.
Beautiful butterfly Yet you have no colour Will they still call you beautiful When you look like no other.
Mine and my mothers relationship was fragile, a simple thing could tear it apart. The smallest of arguments, the smallest mistakes, anything that could ever be considered small and hurtful.
I am who I am. I know I don't fit in. But I'm my own woman. So let the start of my life begin. I'm not sure if I'm strong. I'm not smart or even wise. I'm young haven't been around long.
I am, the rule breaker. The dice shaker. The unconventional vindicator. I am, the imperceptible. I know I'm unacceptable. You're all so very sensible. My ways are not amendable.
I wanna be a lot of things, Some girly, some weird. I wanna be a lot of things, But not something that's feared. I wanna be a ballet dancer, Strutting gracefully upon a stage.
Offensive context. Not about specific person, but the situations. Enjoy ;) Why do people like to make others do what they like. You don't allow me to smoke.
She thinks I'm old. Maybe she's bold. I'd say I'm pretty old. Yeah. I'm the old gold. She thinks she's young. Maybe she isn't young. Daughter would say she's pretty old. Yeah.
16+ curse words lol you'll read anyway but whatever there's my warning.
Who defines 'pretty'. Who defines 'good'. Who decides what we shouldn't, Who decides what we should. Who can tell me 'no'. Who can tell me 'yes'.
I. Instantly, I. Carefully, I. Place words, I. Pussy foot around herds, I. Summon dark friends, I. Love the game that never ends, I. Challenge the weakened souls, I.
Racist words used but all is meant in good nature. --------------------------------- I have skin of a chocolate bar, You have skin like someone already dead.
I don't know if I can speak, for the rest of Opuss in honesty, But I can speak for myself. That though we fought just a while back, It's hard without you there, catching my back.
He's wanders with a mask, You do not see his face, Any normal person would think this a disgrace, But on here we live with our open minds, Not self-contained all the time.
"See the world in a grain of sand, And eternity in an hour." We're made to see the world , See love in a flower. See the world, But love the cover. Go work, eat, sleep, sleep.
"What a good party again" - Stacey thought. She's happy she's in again, with enough make-up, she looks older than she really is. And what a handsome guy, and how good he can kiss.
Good or bad. Happy or sad. I can't tell have I gone mad.
We are nobodies The wanna be somebodies Never noticed Wish we were We are outcast Overshadowed We are labeled The social labels Hidden in shadows Want to fit in Not our nature Who...