much love


A Last Rant Before the Pushoffcrashing down...A Last Rant Before the Pushoff
slowly...
slowly im decaying wish i could press foward but still im a failure cant even end this life right silly little child when will you learn
STOP playing with them
say NO for once its not that hard smile without that twitch embrace yourself
what of those you loved? where will they go? think of THIER pain
But... where are they now? not one to help you down nope just more lie more to HATE about this place
Oh....
nevermind &


a not so perfect knighta purpose to live a way to start again its this you give to me you make me... a new me and your mya not so perfect knight
one
true
friend
crazy how i feel this is all so strange i like this deal
that has been handed to me there's nothing i'd change this oh so perfect scene...
to me its love to me your the one the one who's come
to grab me from the depths
of the light
i reach for you hand and you understand my need to touch the darkness
two of different kinds clashing together &n


last messagewhat did you expect from me? to dwell on you? to give you the satisfactionlast message
of me crying over you because i felt something for you just so you can feel special i'll never be the same
around you forgive my sarcasm
when i say i hope you happy dont talk to me
in that way anymore dont try to feel sorry for me you owe me nothing i want to forget it all
the good times i dont know you your different and someone
i can no longer trust no matter how many apologies i recieve they mean
nothing to me i


return to senderI wrote a two page letter for you spilling my heart through every syllable Trully hoping you'd ask me backreturn to sender
but deception is what you fed me and I was lost in the dark
the mistake you talk of is anything but that You planned your mischief while i was gone i confessed myself to you every word i wrote was a way to have you the truth later known i ripped the paper and now noone
will ever know my feelings will subside
one day never
able to find the pieces and put them back
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Won’t you come into my garden? I would like my roses to see you.
– Richard Brinsley Sheridan
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Tootles!
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"smoke it down...until you smell the flesh burning from your fingertips"
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Am I The One Insane?
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"smoke it down...until you smell the flesh burning from your fingertips"
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Am I The One Insane?
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