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Love Doesn’t Exist
There are so many things in this world
That are just meant to let you down
So many things in this world
That are meant to make you want to turn around
And just go home..
There are so many days when you're just blown
When you would do anything
Just to be able to come back home
But you can't, cause you gave up homes
The day you sold your soul..
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Why. Are. You. Doing. This. To. Me.
I hate today.
I hurt. alot.
Why. Are. You. Doing. This. To. ME.
I miss you.
I need you.
But I don't want to.
And it hurts :( -
Help Me.
Teach me how to run from love ( Read more... ) -
How To Believe
Who kicked a hole in the sky so the stars would cry over me?
Who broke the heart of the sun in a world come undone at the seams?
(What do I do?..)
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O.o
So I really really don't know what to do ( Read more... ) -
Taking the Night.
The sleep eyes opened, turning red, then green with bright interest. Tired humming, then static. I turned the channel. All Time Low began to filter softly through the speakers, I tuned it up. Then went to the bench and began doing bench presses, followed by weights. Finished, I flexed my biceps feeling powerful..if only for a second. Not loud ( Read more... ) -
Writers Block.
She sat at the computer, frustrated. Looking at the crumpled paper and pens strewn throughout the room. Where was her guitar? Oh, there it was. It's black side gleaming, buried beneath soft crumpled white trash. Destruction, she looked around and all she saw was destruction. Of her work, of her passion, of her music and therefore her life. She ( Read more... ) -
The Scent Of Cherry Blossoms
Hmmm ( Read more... )