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Tideland.Got lost in the river today With my knees wet-high, skin is cold and dry I can't remember what I'm doing here Why my eyes are scared, why I even dared The water licks at my naked waist My toes caress the sand, I listen for demand Wide awake, I taste the salty tide And thus my skin did burn into formaldehydeTideland.
But I just don't know why this feeling Merges pain and merges peeling Lost my head inside a bitter plenty The water comforts this deep, dark empty My fingers trace the tide and harness power Losing sanity every hour The sand bites into
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Murderdreams.My heart is beating hard; that's the first thing I see. The second is the dark; it's pitch-black in front of me. My lungs are racing, yeah; can't decide what's going on. I cannot scream for help because I find my voice is gone. My memories are dead; I cannot think or cry. I grasp my head in shock; where am I, I think, and why? There is a salty taste; I spit in my disgust. My fingers grace the ground; the metal flakes to rust.Murderdreams.
I don't know where I am; feels like I'm losing touch. My fingers grace the walls; cold and wet, slime and such. I'm smelling something black; there's a c
by ~Raizaiel
Cocaine QueenCocaine kisses, ecs. supplies, Your drugs are quiet, lost goodbyes Spend my love on candy pills Spend my love on candy pills But there's one thing that I must know: Do you love when you're not high? You fuck so well when you're rolling, But sober brings the sickened sowing.Cocaine Queen
(And it's too cold here for your lies) (And it's too cold here for your lies)
I taste winter on my lips And it reminds me of your kiss Veins of ice, your blood is snow Veins of ice, your blood is snow Remember Monday roses? Remember those rainy days? Your skin's no
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HERE IT GOES HERE IT GOES HERE IT GOES AGAIN
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WELL THAT'S JUST TYPICAL. 5 minutes before the most important party of my life, and half the house gets crushed by a gigantic sandwitch!
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If these pictures have anything important to say to future generations, it's this: I was here. I existed. I was young, I was happy, and someone cared enough about me in this world to take my picture.
Just too bad you're misrepresenting the truth of what really happened.
That's not the point of this post, though.
Stop fucking nagging my mom. She mailed your shit, she told me herself, so don't call her.
If it got lost in the mail, it's not her fault.
So just shut the fuck up already. She's pretty sick of dealing with you, and I'm sick of hearing about you.
Second, die. Every few weeks I consider that perhaps we could put eeeeverything aside and try to form a friendship again, since I've done that before with people I've been closer to than you [yes, believe it or not], you prove that you're still just a spiteful bitch, mad at me for realizing the way you really are, as your doting girlfriend told me, as well as that she respected me for seeing through the facade. Not that it matters. Not that anything surrounding or involving you matters.
Third? I haven't updated this account since, what, November? You're old news, and so are my thoughts on you...which don't exist AT ALL and haven't since before the end of last year? So quit trying to communicate with me if I'm such a shit-talker.
I didn't glorify myself, hypocrite; I spoke my mind. Said what I know and understand.
So quit harassing me, leave me alone, live in your little fantasy world and to quote yourself, "Shut the fuck up already." I don't want drama, and I don't want you in my life at all. So leave me the fuck alone.
P.S. You're blocked. Again. LEAVE ME ALONE.
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"I am a monument to all your sins."--Gravemind.
"Decipimur specie rectie"--Horace, translated into:
"We are deceived by the semblance of what is right."
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maybe redemption has stories to tell | maybe forgiveness is right where you fell. [link]
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Peter Griffin: A DESK of cheesits? Where are you getting these units of measurement?
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