If there's one thing I can't stand
oets' that can't use punctuation properly. I just can't get into a piece if I have to spend more time figuring out where a new sentence starts instead of reading into what it actually meant.That would be all for now.
Shweet.Oh eehh aaaaahn, I watched him from afar, I stalked him every day, And then I got my way.Shweet.
Always in a mood, I would confide in friends and food, That he was not as seemed, He didn't make me beam.
This boy was a major fraud, I'm the hick and he's the broad, So then I ran him out of town, His shitty personality got me down.
LOL at what happened next, This guy became my ex, Then he turned into a whore, I didn't know him anymore.
One girl then three then four, Could he handle any more? At this rate he's going to
Merci Pour Le Venin.Dead. My heart no longer beats for the one I thought was cheap.Merci Pour Le Venin.
Proud. That I didn't fall for all your lies and your deceit.
I'm too young for such melacholy emotions, Building a shelter, a safehouse from the temptuous reign of 'I love you's and 'I'm sorry's. Sorry isn't a real word. 'I regret it, I'm embarrassed, I really don't care.' That's all you really thought when I was there.
Ex. E. X. Sex. Hex. COMPLEX. Of which the two proceeding words can be described. Honestly, at 15 too young to feel. REALLY FEEL.
McCrack.There is always that one. The one that makes your heart beat fast. Your words and your feet stumble. Your heart beat quickens.McCrack.
Considering I've never met him, it's quite an achievement.
Heroin. He's addicted to it. Cocaine, marijuana and ecstacy too. On reflection everything should be wrong. But it just doesn't fit.
Plain and simply. The reason my skin itches it generally akin with his. DRUGS. Stimulants, depressives, inductives.
He has made contact once before. It's special. I'M special. It doesn't happen to other
My OwnWhy is it that I can never have something or someone that is special to me? Something or someone to call my own My own thing that’s mine and mine alone As soon as I find it, it’s only taken away again By so called friends who let curiosity get the better of them Like how my favourite band was once Nightwish Until you claimed them as yours And how he called me darling, and told me he loved me Well he did until you came along And now I’m left with nothing I could keep smiling and pretend that you haven’t hurt me But I’m so tired of the bullshit stories yoMy Own
Naptime
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Lie to me, Convince me that I've been sick forever
And all of this, Will make sense when I get better
But I know the difference, Between myself and my reflection
I just can't help but to wonder, Which of us do you love
Evanescence
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Only women have got everything it takes to be a
working woman, wife and mother at the same time.
Be happy you were born a woman
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Lie to me, Convince me that I've been sick forever
And all of this, Will make sense when I get better
But I know the difference, Between myself and my reflection
I just can't help but to wonder, Which of us do you love
Evanescence
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