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| You feel like you can face the world you see there from your roof.
Like all the world has open arms,
Arms that promise comfort and security.
But suddenly, your falling,
The ground is coming closer.
All the promises are fading,
And the warmth is growing colder.
Deck the halls with rusted razorblades,
This will be a season to remember.
No more parties,
No more laughs
Just tears of a family that once was.
The mourning over runs the happiness.
Dark rooms and burned out candles cover the once lit halls.
No more happiness,
No more light.
Just mourning and darkness can escape the death.
The end is near,
And you shed a few tears.
It will be over any second.
As you pull the trigger you smile like the whole world is watching. |
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| i feel like my brains are going to leak out of my nose if i keep this sneezing shit up.
damn being sick.
and damn all of you who got me sick.
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| a few things i've realized over the past few days:
guys in speedos in the olympics are hot
ovaries suck
im in awful shape
i need to quit smoking, but i most likely wont cause im stubborn
i need a cell phone. badly.
well that's it. |
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