Slit my skin
How could you do this to me?
On purpose?
"Sick"
Is that how you view me?
I know I will never love another
I can't help this horrible feeling I have
Or the tears you just made me cry
The silence was so abrupt
Have things changed so much
Or is this the pressure of life
Could you just not take me anymore?
Already I want to apologize
Because I know this is my fault
And I know
I can't use the same excuse on you
That I do on him
You're right
I am "sick"
Maybe with no cure
You deserve better
Though I fear that may never be me
There is only so much you can do
And you've done so much
I can't ask for more
Than one last chance
To prove I'm worthy of your love
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Hugz & Stitches
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.x. Kristin .x.
~- The girl scout fell from grace -~
*piecing together what happened*
I feel that way about people to. Notice I said people. As in plural. Yeah, still plural.
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x Rage More x
Dorenu-San
"Kill all the blacks
Kill all the reds
If there's war between the sexes
There'll be no people left
And so it goes
Around again
But now and then we wonder
Who the real men are"
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.x. Kristin .x.
~- The girl scout fell from grace -~
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x Rage More x
Dorenu-San
"Kill all the blacks
Kill all the reds
If there's war between the sexes
There'll be no people left
And so it goes
Around again
But now and then we wonder
Who the real men are"
--
.x. Kristin .x.
~- The girl scout fell from grace -~
--
x Rage More x
Dorenu-San
"Kill all the blacks
Kill all the reds
If there's war between the sexes
There'll be no people left
And so it goes
Around again
But now and then we wonder
Who the real men are"
--
.x. Kristin .x.
~- The girl scout fell from grace -~
Worth floats from birth like a boat in its berth,
Worth little but something that's not yet discerned.
Backtracking contemplation of what's to be learned,
Not quite radiant afterimage of truthful lies burned.
A leak sprung from the curve of your hand in a dream.
So runs the river, so the stream, so the puddle in between
a trickle that turns and grows taught and lean, on a
burdensome cargo of thoughts that aren't clean.
A marble facade becomes so unique
and you'll never get caught, no never no not
you are invincible, a synchronized scream
We can try all we want but you won't be deceived.
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