Everything Hurts. I Cant Bring Myself To Move Off The Floor. Your Messages, Your Words. They Are Tearing At Open Wounds. Cant You Leave Me Be. Cant You See Why It Has To Be This Way. Just Let Me Be. Please.
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And a polite nod.
And This,
ISMY journey.
One wobbled, stumbled, and tumbled.
ISMY view.
From under the weight of monsters, from under the glow of stars.
ISMY Story.
In which a blip of time happens to wander a soul.
IS my discovery of self.
One wobbled, stumbled, and tumbled.
ISMY view.
From under the weight of monsters, from under the glow of stars.
ISMY Story.
In which a blip of time happens to wander a soul.
IS my discovery of self.
A slight wave,
And a polite nod.
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- Dreams
- Wearing New York New York,:
- To Be Honset,
- I'm feeling the stress.
- I Wont Forget You, Your Pendant I Wear.
- What Happened To Forever?
- Walk As Far As You Can,
- Hello Alice,
- Its all finally looking up.
- It Feels Like:
- Note To Self:
- "someone"
- My Fourm Post:
- prince:
- Awake?
- Happiness
- A Little Bit
- He Is Gone.
- I'm sorry..
- This Pain.. Its Seeps
- In The Face Of Change
- And I Said GoodBye
- walking backwards.
- ..< 3
- Ungreatful Cow.
- A Wave Of Everything
- dum dum tish
- Leave Me Here
- Simple As A-B-C
- How She Sees Me
- A Letter To Her..
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