Quick(Originally written in my journal our of boredom, turned out okay)
We scream until our shadows dissolve into the moonlight,
and the sun unleashes the inner demons of our hearts.
Sanity is lost behind his lips... ever so curved to a grin, so evil. Bitterness and temptation intertwine.
I hate to be the one to cage the his spirit but I ever so wish to hear his voice in the distance.
Listen to the little voices. Love is all we need. TREACHERY!
Rivers run dry and become lost amongst her now stained pillow cases.
My sorrow no longer sits skin deep... it haunts my soul and invades the very core of my happiness.
Goodbye kind sir, only to welcome the bastardised gentleman!
Neutral
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A talent is not what the others think it is. It is whatever you want it to be..
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Coffee tea or.... [link] ?
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A talent is not what the others think it is. It is whatever you want it to be..
[link] <----The Sexy Blog
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!IM SIMPLY A RIDDLE WRAPPED IN A MYSTERY INSIDE AN ENIGMA!
"Basically, men are afraid of women and can't handle the fact that they came out of the same thing they spend the rest of their lives trying to get back into." -Henry Rollins
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