Holy shit, I'm feeling sick |
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I didn't think mine was that unhappy. |
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Holy shit, I'm feeling sick |
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The birds rise early as they sing in the rain |
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From my rotting body,
flowers shall grow
and I am in them
and that is eternity.
-Edvard Munch
You're so cruel, |
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You are like the grass beneath my feet |
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Last edited by Erii; 06-27-2011 at 04:14 AM.
From my rotting body,
flowers shall grow
and I am in them
and that is eternity.
-Edvard Munch
tearing me a sunder |
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Last edited by Erii; 06-27-2011 at 04:18 AM.
From my rotting body,
flowers shall grow
and I am in them
and that is eternity.
-Edvard Munch
keep writing me off, just throw me away. |
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Last edited by Erii; 06-27-2011 at 07:51 AM.
From my rotting body,
flowers shall grow
and I am in them
and that is eternity.
-Edvard Munch
"Eric," |
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My son is the bright circle in my heart, |
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Last edited by Erii; 06-29-2011 at 06:41 AM.
From my rotting body,
flowers shall grow
and I am in them
and that is eternity.
-Edvard Munch
Reflecting on my past |
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She wants to know my age |
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I usually hate writing poems or reading them because most people make very cliché poems about something depressing or love. I consider myself pretty good at improvisation though. Let's see if I can come up with a decent one. |
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Last edited by Caretaker; 07-04-2011 at 01:53 PM.
Dream Goals
Fly [ ]
Meet my Dream Guide [ ]
Super Speed [ ]
Ride Rainbow Dash [ ]
Use the powers of all the X-men [ ]
steal my dreams |
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I love you. |
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From my rotting body,
flowers shall grow
and I am in them
and that is eternity.
-Edvard Munch
Nodding my head as I sit in my bed while I troll through this thread, read me say what I said. |
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Little boy |
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I was always a dreamer, in childhood especially. People thought I was a little strange.-Charley pride
That last one was too strong |
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This started out as a Facebook status, but it was too long (more like, too great). Music is like poetry, so I feel this deserves to be here, especially because it expresses my thoughts and feelings. |
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I walk in the rain, hiding my face. |
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'The petals dance through the wind,
The crimson blood shimmers on the snow,
The shattered heart weeps of hidden sorrow.
And over a pure white sky,
rises a black moon.'
- Max
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