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[maxingoutisme]

There is a man i see beaten, overcome, lost. Hanging to very little left in life. He should know there is still more good things in life than he lets on yet he is sorrowful. Pain, pain he wants to leave. Pain that shows to him he is not the robot others sometimes believe him to be. He is locked in, shut down, tired of picking himself up off the

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[briyte_eyes]

are you gunna be ok??

[maxingoutisme]

yea ill be okay thanks

This is that song.

[mademoisel_coco]

So, where'd you go? How was your vacation? Well, obviously you were busy... to busy for me. So, this is how you leave me? I'm broken hearted, on the floor. My tears seap through the crack under my door, where I am locked in, shut down. I'm so tired of picking myself up off the ground. So, happy Valentines Day. I hope the sun's out in New York. I hope he bought you roses, I hope he bought you roses. Happy Valentines Day.

[briyte_eyes]

you guys should get married. then you can read emo poetry to each other all day long.

[mademoisel_coco]

Uh, no. He should marry Alkline Trio. The entire band. ANd then they can read emo poetry to each other all day long.

[maxingoutisme]

i just like to write my own emo poetry thank you very much. its a bad habbit