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with my eyes i behold the work of gods
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the things in my head scares me the things i think should be declared inhuman
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she has been taking this world on
for sixteen years
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here i sit your bat and ball in hand
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sad:
tears stream from my eyes
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runaway with me and shelter me from the dark
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the pen is my gun
and the ink is my bulleti let loose on my victim
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i put pern to paper and i paint rainbows with words
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look at me what do you see
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its over betwee us three years down the drain.
its been six months since that day i have found somone new
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i can swing my swing both ways
i see both sides and i love them both
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i can swing my swing both ways
i see both sides and i love them both
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i have been looking at you
from across the room
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one single tear drop
two tears drops
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i might sound suicidal
i might sound murderous
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i prefer to be as cold as ice
as hard as stone
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its funny how one moment i could move from missing you terribly to hating you with a vengance
its funny how i only wanted to hear you voic
by xxbunnyrabbitxx
7 lines, 3 comments,
on Nov 4 12:01 PM 2007. In Angst, Love, Pain, Sad, Personal, My life, Depression, Anger, Lost love, Rom
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just friends you say
thats all we could be
by xxbunnyrabbitxx
22 lines, 5 comments,
on Oct 16 1:43 PM 2007. In Personal, Love, Thoughts, Life, Sad, Pain, Other, Hope, My life, Lost in thought
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for every person you taunt
and every person you bully
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what do you do
when you are a poisoned beauty
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why i did what i did,
they ask
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i float in space
nothing worries me
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alot of things live in my room....
in my closet under my bed.
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i am sane every other year,
but on one special night something goes wrong.
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i lost track of time,
the world didnt matter any more, for i was surrounded by white sand being kissed
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my story book date back to year i was born
these darken marks are the only things to remind me of who i am........and who i was.
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dark, lonely,foggy
i walked alone, not afraid of the streets.
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i live in the world of demons,
i burn in the pit of hell.
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Its about to strike midnight,
The evil deeds of the moon cast it’s self upon me.
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