

no solicitingwhat do you do when you walk away? do you leave your morals behind? do you flourish in vengeance? do you forge your soul?don't fall for this trickery, it's just life; soliciting at your door. this is just something we all accept to be the fate of us all. well, it isn't. happiness should not be financed with greed, hatred, and jealousy. there is so much more... so much more than selling your soul to the 'burden' of life.no soliciting


changei'm so sorry. i'll never be myself again. never until you tell me to. drown me, send shards of metal through my skull. i'll always hate this, but i'd do anything. strangle me against your house. i want blood clogging my throat, because i want what you want. lock me in a cellar for years, let me rot until there's nothing left. keep it locked, so no maggot may benefit from my remains. keep it locked, until my bones are crumpled in the corner, like white ash. i just want you to know, that if this barrel releases its tension on my brain... i just want you to know that i hold you close. i think i'm sick. i think i'm sick of change.change


the gray, rabid faceWe're all running in dull colors, blurring a line behind us as we rotate around the playground. out of order, out of style, but we never cared. we have the world on our shoulders and we smile. watching us would be like watching a movie fast forwarding itself; and you can't grasp our concept, and your head pulsates. but our giggles and carefree chatter draws the world in. with blurred faces and no voice to which they call their own, they stand around us in their gray tuxedos. no one knows them, they just blend in with the outside. they are a unit, but they are not one. we don't worry about the outside anymore. we've tried to pick up our dull pthe gray, rabid face


dance with mewhat's within me is always too much. what's around me is never enough. balance is what we need, but we just deny all consequences. i am sick of seeing my face and not enough of yours. i've been gone, and when did you notice? i see you; you're such a beautiful still-born. but all i feel is air, frozen in it's tracks. scrape nails down your sides, i hope you bleed. dance with me in my own misery, laugh with us, and ignore me. unhinge my scalp and send my thoughts into a vacuum somewhere deep into the universe. my eyes can lead me and my brain can drip down my spinal chord for a few hours. it's useless now more than ever. my emptiness is way updance with me
Devious Comments
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excuse me but you don't seem human.
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Stress is when you wake up screaming and you realize you haven't fallen asleep yet
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excuse me but you don't seem human.
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If I can't hear your heartbeat, Then your to far away....
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excuse me but you don't seem human.
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If I can't hear your heartbeat, Then your to far away....
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You are the only person I know that can boil an egg for an hour, and have it turn out half scorched an half raw.
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excuse me but you don't seem human.
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You are the only person I know that can boil an egg for an hour, and have it turn out half scorched an half raw.
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excuse me but you don't seem human.
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excuse me but you don't seem human.
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You are the only person I know that can boil an egg for an hour, and have it turn out half scorched an half raw.
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No One's are beings that are rejected by the world.
They yearn to be accepted.
They yearn to be loved.
They yearn to be free.
No One's are not allowed to yearn.
And they hate the world for it.
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excuse me but you don't seem human.
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No One's are beings that are rejected by the world.
They yearn to be accepted.
They yearn to be loved.
They yearn to be free.
No One's are not allowed to yearn.
And they hate the world for it.
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Estos son mis principios. Si a usted no le gustan, tengo otros.
G. Marx
These are my principles. If you do not like, I have others.
G. Marx
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excuse me but you don't seem human.
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Estos son mis principios. Si a usted no le gustan, tengo otros.
G. Marx
These are my principles. If you do not like, I have others.
G. Marx
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excuse me but you don't seem human.
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Estos son mis principios. Si a usted no le gustan, tengo otros.
G. Marx
These are my principles. If you do not like, I have others.
G. Marx
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excuse me but you don't seem human.
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excuse me but you don't seem human.
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"I swear I'm not crazy," I told the voices in my head.
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