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lucky ass niggas!
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were calling 1958
And shepherds we shall be ( Read more... ) -
and they were right
So what will you do when they call your name, and you're not ready to go ( Read more... ) -
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When people cant get anymore stupid
life is good
dads = pwnage :)
FUCKMYMOMSLIFE
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Ok really...are you real?
What is real, really..?
To ask this question is to bring your reality tumbling down. If you question reality, then how can you stand? (logically speaking)
It's like trying to build a skyscraper by dynamiting the foundation. You can't get anywhere, because by questioning reality, you question yourself (you being a part of reality), and by questioning ( Read more... ) -
Blaring Lights
Im lost.
Its all an illusion
Which i must see past to the real me
......b..bb....but i like the illusion
Dont go away
Dont leave me here alone
Standing on a path
The only light is a flickering lamp post
Very far away
...b..b....but its all an illusion.
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I do not fit in the crowd; I am not alone.
I do not fit in the crowd; I am not alone.
Ladies and gentlemen, look at our lives. There's a common road, a road that you're expected to walk, the job-money-bills-stuff-and-worry road. That road before you is paved with the greed and fear of hundreds of generations of people. We all know that all other paths are difficult and dangerous, and we all ( Read more... ) -
Writer's Block: The Meaning of Love
Love has no true definition.
Everyone sees that one person through the same eyes
Never the same point of view
Everyones different
You will never understand how people feel
People will never understand how you feel
Love is something so strong you wont know yove fallen for someone until someone shows you
Thanks for opening my eyes .....
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I wanna see...
Well im scared of ever being born again, if its in this form again.
Well i want to know how, why, where and when.
Then i want to see you be the bright night sky.
I want to see you come back as the light.
I want to see you be the bright night sky.
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Throw me to the sky and let the clouds tear me the fuck up
If I get low happy thoughts, I contemplate throwing myself like a comet or a summer baseball into a cloudy ever fucking after. I know what that death would be. First silence, you slow and float and the sky looks you over and respects you (as much as the sky, which doesn't care, is capable of). Then the blow, a crush, the air goes out of your body ( Read more... )