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Cry when you need, die in your sleep, Dream when you wake. No time to waste. Pleasure in pain. Going insane. Feeling the same - who is to blame? Fighting the war. Keeping the score. Life is a bore. Want so much more. Friend or a foe? Someone you know. Going to show. Fuck suicide -live homicide. Painting the town. I'm coming down. It's all a game. ( Read more... ) -
Right & Wrong.
Because everything seemed like a good idea. Because wine tasted better than slurpees from 7 eleven. Because he said 'What the hell are you drinking water for?'. Because I said 'I don't know'. Because I can. Wait, let me rest my head. I want to rest my head. Wrong.
She said, where is his bedroom? And I said 'where are you taking me?' - Wrong ( Read more... ) -
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Baby you're not quite my dream but you kiss so well and I just can't say no to your baby blue eyes and that crooked smile. I can't tell you how but you make me so high, high, high, baby I want you, I want you, I want to inject you and feel you swimming though my veins. Make me yours, make me, bruise me, love me, I want you baby, your smile and your ( Read more... ) -
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There should be a word for love, hate, lust, and envy all mixed together. -
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Usually, when the sky is like this I expect to look out the window and see the streets covered in show. When it snowed in Chita, the snow covered every surface like a big blanket, covering up any glaringly ugly monuments (although it never really quite covered the big red granite statue of uncle Lenin) and instantly the city looked cleaner and ( Read more... ) -
The sleepy rumors disappear once your head is weighed down by alcohol and your legs are lagged with exhaustion. And then you feel that pensive excitemement about nothing in particular. You turn the volume up and I turn the volume down. The night is young, but do you want to go home? I don't care, something is weighing down my eyelids, my eyes are ( Read more... )
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You never know for sure when it will affect you. You count down seconds from the time you swallow it. One, two, three, four. Seconds turn into minutes, minutes turning into hours. Somewhere half way you forget you were counting and what you were waiting for. What are you waiting for? Everything is much more brighter when you're thirsty. And you're ( Read more... ) -
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I love boys with weird eyes and soft gentle voices.
I love to lie on the road with him and stare up at the sky.
I love to kiss him on the kerbside of a lonely, remote street.
I like to be cold and shivering in his arms.
I like him holding me really, really tight.
I love looking into his eyes and seeing my reflection.
I love his eyes.