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I know you are not here for me I kneeled and prayed to the trees the trees only my lips had kissed whalst you kissed her silhotte she was missed, but not quite gone You had known me long
My vision darkens. My stomach churns. My heart races. You saw my pain but you used me anyway. ~awatr
A game, it started with, To meet your lover in it was a myth. The meeting was probably a coincidence, Now it actually makes sense. I met half of my identity, One I've been searching for since infinity.
I never knew what it was like to feel so broken you couldnt get out of bed because you didnt want to face the world But after years Of having the weight of the world on my soul
I. Silver painted words taste like old memories of happiness you thought you lost in the crash, and the butterflies you thought got loose when you scraped at your stomach still tickle at your spine
Listen these days I feel enslaved in my thoughts left to rot in prison.
My Father, No longer. No more My Uncle. My mother, Who is she? Good bye Wittenberg. What ditch is this, life?!
There’s a fire burning within Fueled by pure sin Tormenting thoughts and soundless cries Reminiscing on each of his lies
Smeared Mascara You seem so happy Living a lie You seem so sad Whenever I past by You seem so sorry Whenever I cry but that's enough
The empty spaces between my fingers Yearn for their matching pair… Yours. Fists clenched, mind set, eyes squeezed tight; I start to remember All the conversations once forgotten.
Foolish young man Head over heels in love But the maiden you adore isn’t an innocent pure dove She bats her eyes She giggles and flirts She’ll soften you up, and stabs your hurts when it most hurts