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I am you, c an't you se e, just a mi rror image of your pe rsonality Your d arker th an bla ___...
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I am you, c an't you se e, just a mi rror image of your pe rsonality Your d arker th an bla ___...
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You thought you knew me, but in fact you were so wrong. It's a surprise to me that it has taken you so long. To see right through me, see who I really am.
I have like an obsession with so many people. For example, Douglas Booth, Jack Harries.
I am you, c an't you se e, just a mi rror image of your pe rsonality Your d arker th an bla ___...
Chapter 3 So I had my new name and I had new furniture, clothes and shoes/ accessories. When home dad started building my bookshelf, chest of draws and wardrobe. "so Lacey what shall we do.
Would you rather be hot or cold. Way too young or way too old. Petite, tiny, well, just small, Or giant, massive, really tall. Way too clever for your own good, Or stupid, as thick as mud.
"Identity please!" The security asks As you show them Your hallway pass They look at it And let you through But is that plastic card Really you...
#household It was a very long time ago, around the 1970's, an elderly man approached me by the train station. He was smoking a pipe and carrying a block of cheese in his left hand.
I learnt the alphabet with my best friend I learnt it when I was ten I didn't know it in English Others laughed She taught it to me And so many other things I sill remember her voice singing the...
My parents are commis, they were quite the rebel in their time.. I've been a chubby hippie, a skinny goth, an emaciated ghost. I never empathized them both.
There was a time when we were distant you and I, There was a time I was resistant and you were persistent in seeing you and I. Now that you and I met, you didn't like I and neither did I.
Quirky funny one. Enjoy. I am superb, I'm a man... I want to be a superman!. I have garbage, I have a can. I'm a friends garbage can. I have teeth, and a brush, Let me be your toothbrush.
How do we know that everything is real. That the burning sun, the centre of our solar system, even exists. That the emotions we experience, the passions that we feel, aren't just lies.
Fact or fiction, hard to decide, Do I belong. But to which side. Wuthering heights or A brief history of time. I believe they both could be mine, Fact or fiction.
Quiet solitude, this peaceful moment, contemplating on memory's lost. Many times in this state, so often spent.