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She reads books, I write stories, She's calm when I'm angry, And I'm not sure what she sees in me, I wonder what she's thinking...
"Bitch, this is my life, if you want to control it become the fucking president." ~Kingsley
She reads books, I write stories, She's calm when I'm angry, And I'm not sure what she sees in me, I wonder what she's thinking...
I try to stop pretending, It's weird, how, Silence is so unusual, I try to be honest, To tell them how I feel, But the words don't flow as easily, As they do in my head, I try to explain, That I...
You say that you love rain, but you open your umbrella when it rains. You say that you love the sun, but you find a shadow spot when the sun shines.
The moon, A pale, luminescent off-white, Floating, a milky-cream bubble, Fragile, too close to be unknown, Yet, too far, to be favourite, It's buttery grin, Cheesy, Ironic, from what the storybooks...
It feels like walking on a crime scene, or standing on the edge of a pier. Beckoning to the world to hurry up, to get it over with. It feels like shedding your skin, it feels right.