

Sheep In Wolves Clothingim a cleverly marketed sheep in wolves clothing. ive got plenty of secrets none of which worth exposing.Sheep In Wolves Clothing
im a shy little creature with realisticly painted on fangs. ive got nothing but rain-checks where my bravery hangs.
im one with the herd, and i stick towards the back. as much as i try to say im the beast of my pack.
i bet you cant see me under all this blood, sweat, and fur. you say that my mystery is part of my cunning allure.
dont be fooled when you think im going in for the kill. because like any real sheep, only my blood will spill.


A Little Sour Somethingso you called me tonight on my cellular phone. no longer saved in my mind it read caller unknown. i answered to hear the voice of a friend. someone i lost and wont get back again. you asked me bluntly if i knew where to find coke. i told you i didnt, that id grown up since we spoke.A Little Sour Something
you paused for a moment, and the line went dead. i marveled how long i have kept you from my head. i set down the phone, and i poured a stiff drink. a little sour something to promote me to think. its been too fucking long since i worried for you. since i have felt disgusted by the things tha


The Confession Of Broken Mindsi seriously got depressed. where did god come from. how did he even become? i dont wanna believe in god. i saw both my mom and my sister. i dont see my extended family. i can rememebr my small ages more then the yesterday or the day before. i love my mom so much. she married him with the intention to convert him. it was the scariest thing.. but thats what drew me into it. she tried her hardest to explain it. but it made no sence. i was lying in my bed. 11,12,13 i filled up water bottles and drank. so that i could sleep. just sleep. anyways i started drinking at a young age. i sit here andThe Confession Of Broken Minds


Roses Are BlackRoses are black, their roots a cold blue. When thorns attack, they tear hearts in two. Roses just wilt, petals so dry. Crimson is spilt, wither and die. Shorter the stem, passing its breath. Fragrance so sour, smelling of death. Roses to wake,Roses Are Black
roses to sleep. Roses to take, and roses to keep. The heart is the vase, waiting to crack. Don't be deceived. Roses are black.
Devious Comments
Cosmetology!!! Awesome
So, how've you been???
whoops...
Anyways, haven't said hi in a while.
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& i just want to see the words form on your lips and fall from your mouth.
so i couldnt help but add it to my favs
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"Empathy is not merely the basic principle of artistic creation. It is also the only path by which one can reach the truth about life and society"- Nagai Kafu
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But things can\'t be perfect,
All the time, that I know.
Sometimes we just have to let some things go. ~Armor For Sleep
Clubs:~da-library ~Twilight-Fans*RawEm0tion =sunsets
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But things can\'t be perfect,
All the time, that I know.
Sometimes we just have to let some things go. ~Armor For Sleep
Clubs:~da-library ~Twilight-Fans*RawEm0tion =sunsets
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So many
Bright lights, they cast a shadow
But can I speak?
Well is it hard understanding
I'm incomplete
A life that's so demanding
I get so weak
A love that's so demanding
I can't speak
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So many
Bright lights, they cast a shadow
But can I speak?
Well is it hard understanding
I'm incomplete
A life that's so demanding
I get so weak
A love that's so demanding
I can't speak
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So many
Bright lights, they cast a shadow
But can I speak?
Well is it hard understanding
I'm incomplete
A life that's so demanding
I get so weak
A love that's so demanding
I can't speak
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& i just want to see the words form on your lips and fall from your mouth.
You are raw and quite brilliant really!
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Moderation is for the bland, the apologetic, for the fence-sitters of the world afraid to take a stand. It's for those afraid to laugh or cry, for those afraid to live or die. Moderation...is lukewarm tea, the devil's own brew.
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