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She's got paint on her knees purple streaks in her hair. Soft lazy bright eyes often giving a stare. Her thoughts speak louder than her though th..

what a morbid, weird poem thing

it's about inside jokes between your close friends

There were seven of the Blithe Boys as everyone called them, even though their last name was West. The whole West family was infamous ..

Natasha's said that we were hashing it too much after all, she had started it. that white line stepped over again and again nothing but red and blu..

there's really no purpose to this

You make me Weak, like when you find me through the cold outside us. Nervous, when I can't think of something worthy of your ear. Laugh, when you s..