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[failure0nmylips]

And I am a writer, writer of fictions
I am the heart that you call home
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
My bones
My bones

I'm a money lender
I have fortunes upon fortunes
Take my hand for tender
I am tortured, ever tortured

And if you don't love me let me go
And if you don't love me let me go

Comments

[imbalanceofevil]

Oh how deep...

Well, first I couldn't read it, so I had ot change my shirt into a black one and put on my emo glasses... THen I painted a picture using the words from your post... Then from that, I wrote a story... I failed when I turned them in at school... The note said "not deep enough..."...

*sigh* *paints picture of myself hanging from a dead willow tree*