Little ToyI was just your little toy, you silly man, nay, silly boy You may have grown past your teen years, but the child in you will never disappear. The user in you will never cease to exist, yet the lover you were will always be missed. I woke up alone and I should have known that you were never there, and you never cared. I dismissed your lies because I thought you were the one, I did not want it to end Not when we'd just started all the fun. Then again you controlled me, and yet I enjoyed your rough touch I was just your little toy, never anything much. It ended all so quick, and in the end I just fLittle Toy
Texas Treestexas trees pretending they know a thing or two about autumn change their leaves to a colour that will soon be forgotten texas autumns pretending they know a thing or two about seasons summer all year round and I know the reason. texas seasons pretending they satisfy the needs of those who thrive on cold, but they horribly mislead texas needs a new light that isn't burning a hole inside the heart of the autumn and into winter's soul.Texas Trees
Cliche StorytellerI don't want to be another girl who tells you "I love you" within hours of knowing you I don't want to be another girl who swears she'll be there but then leave in the end You say I can't handle it, but baby I can handle it I've handled it for longer than anyone And I've never felt this way before there's those fireflies in my stomach You light up my eyes Your smile simply makes my knees hit the floor and I wish I could be in those arms forever. and ever and ever. I'm a cliche storyteller, ah, to be in lust. its the deadly sin I'm guilty of.Cliche Storyteller
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i need finsrotting onion skins and melting snow in this tiny little bin filled with broken ash and paper thin dreams consumed by their sorrows so long ago that delve deep into thick cut logs in forest thickets consumed by growing blacknessi need fins
the oceans consume the fissuring rocks that crack along the shores where seaweed mingles with the flesh of old on the banks of never more where sticks and weeding bones protrude from the gamy mud banks and plumbodied seagulls dive for shining rocks
Gutters swollen with rain pour upon honey hair wind and fire meet exhaling
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I'm in love~[link]
JOIN. NOW.
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“Maybe that's what life is...a wink of the eye and winking stars.” -Jack Kerouac
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人生は自分で作ることです。
ネジ留めするのではありません！
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“Maybe that's what life is...a wink of the eye and winking stars.” -Jack Kerouac
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-Remember what self-confidence is: the ability to transform fear into focused thought and action enabling you to see opportunity in danger.
-only those who have felt the knife can understand the wound, only the jeweler knows the nature of the jewel.
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"It does not do to dwell on dreams, Harry, and forget to live..." -Dumbledore
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