Me: sigh
Mom: Don't you sass me!
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Me: sigh
Mom: Don't you sass me!
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Our sour love song can't you see. You and I weren't meant to be And if we lasted, you and I One of us would surely die.
Dreams enriched with passion, Drenched with imagination and creative flavours, A delicious combination set off with determination, Free styling powerful forces, Beyond human limitations..
A smile is pretty. Shows reassurance. Happiness. Ease. But the effort to make that smile. When it is fake. Can take all of you. Everything you are. So that when you fall into bed at night.
Everything seems like it doesn't matter anymore.. Why do I feel like this. Empty and cold.. How does it feel to be varm and filled up . What can I do to be loved.
M ake up trowled on hiding any natural beauty you have, A ll attempts to disguise your true being, S ouless finish mirroring your peers, K illing individuality and truth..
it's 4:23 I really have to pee. South Park is on tv. and Stevie nicks is making shit noises. now excuse me while I go cry..
1) to laugh more than cry. 2) to love more than hate. 3) to dance more than standing still. 4) to seek more than pry. 5) to see the possible more than the impossible. 6) to win more than loose.
There are eyes in the dark. In the corner of my room. There's a chill in the air. And the silence deathly booms. There's a feeling of a tightening. Of the skin that cloaks my soul.
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