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I'm so far gone, I can do this on my own Please leave me alone Im screaming down the phone My house is not a home, What the hell is going on Where did it go wrong.
For @Nom To take hold of a forbidden soul, The devil may tell a pretty lie, All 200,000ish groups of letters, Can easily be false and misapplied, The great question; Fiction or fact.
I don't care. Say good words and I will hear. Say bad ones and I won't cry a tear. I won't say a thing back, nothing bad. I will tell you your words never make me sad.
What a difference a day makes, World on my shoulders through the night I know to turn a cheek, I know what it takes A walk with the kids and a daft poem 'bout shite.
Why do people comment. For reasons I don't know. Comments on everything, Things you say or show.
Every cloud has a silver lining.... Mine must be hiding Hope and keep your fingers crossed.... My hope must have got lost Good luck and break a leg....
It's early in the morning Or is it late at night. Either way, I cannot sleep, I know this isn't right!.
Hello there heartache, It's been a while. I know we said our goodbyes... But you came running back from miles. I wanted it to be our last, To never see you again. I know you couldn't help it.
She's here again, What can I say, Especially with this rain, Drunk Molly's got her hands on some echo falls rosa...
Right now, I'm so gone All my days seem so long And I don't know if I can hold it together...
#Household @Clairabethy I'll stare down my coffee mug, And contemplate myself. Then when the mug is empty, It goes back on its shelf. I do so love my hot drinks, Thank Lordy for my mug.
I have been quiet over the past few days, or could be weeks, I forget. I haven't really written anything, liked anything or reported anything for two reasons.... 1. Had my hands full 2.
I'd choose diamonds so no-one could break it. Or gold so it would always be guarded. Maybe balloons, when it's big I'd be generous. Or elastic so I'd never be torn.
I'm a different person now than who I used to be So wrapped up in mistakes I made and possibilities You never really wanted me, it was always just a game Now I find it hard to remember you're still...
. ICE WHITE PRISTINE BEAUTY. THIS PUBLIC FACE SCULPTED BY LIFE, IS BUT THE TIP OF MY EXISTENCE.
If I was rich, I'd probably be a bitch, It's a stereotype that doesn't switch, It's like it's some kind if glitch.
Sometimes I just stop. It could be anywhere. Any time. But I have to stop. So I can think. Think about the future. About the past. Sometimes even just about the present.
It seems that my life seems so great, it seems that everything going on in my life is good. It seems like my life is perfect, but yet as perfect as it seems why I am not happy.
Love or merely myth.
Empty inside out. I am not me that's something I won't doubt. I am tiered and it feels like I am having enough. But enough of what. I love doing those stuff. Read, skate, swim and have fun.
Past couple of days been utmost irritating. And I don't have PMS to blame on. Anyway, hello again to the people in this little bubble of escape.
I'm tired of being untouchable I'm not above the love I'm part of you and you're part of me Why did you go away.
I always say that I'm happy and fuzzy at the night, but I lie a bit about that. That's the time of the day when I'm the most emotional and hurtful.
Do you ever look back and really regret something you have done. Do you ever look forward as wonder if it will all be ok. Do you ever think "if only I had done that different".