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his words bitter his voice so calm, and sweet no wonder i let him sweep me off my feet butterflies, the songs of the birds not even close to onceh..

he loves me for who i am he loves me not like he could give a damn he loves my smile he doesnt love my style he loves my voice but not my choice ..

thoughts spin circles in my head the words alone i have not read symbols and meanings body language is decieving a spin, a twirl, a hair flip, eve..

voices slowly increasing tension never ceasing heart beat pounding noise astounding teeth clenching heart wrenching nails on the chalkboard of ..

not my best just random

the sun slowly falls past the trees, over the mountains light beams mixing with dark clouds soft breeze, rustled leaves the rain slowly begins to..

two hearts united two souls divided love and lust confused feelings no longer news passion, terror, nervousness all feelings that we will come to..

have u ever heard the phrase beauty in dying?

when you feel like ur totally lost and dont know what to do. fade

chills sweep down my spine pain and suffering my fine goose bumps spread over my skin like the flame of sin spreads to peoples kin persperation gr..