face to the floor,
she dispels smoke from from her lips
and slowly floats away with it,
letting go of so much pain
her tears are thick enough to stain,
the pavement that slowly becomes
her best friend when she needs to run away...
this is your time to weep,
this is your time to morn,
not yet time to build up ~
just a time to tear down
old walls
does it help to say 'ii'm sorry'?
if so, then ii'm sorry that your so unhappy,
this life, those lies, are starting to get you down.
darling don't let them drag you around...
&& saying "it's my fault" doesn't help repeated,
but time, love and Jesus seems to beat it..
she'll find out this is harder than
taking medicine
she's still waiting for the fire;
seeing smoke and waiting for the fire.




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i was watchin a vid
an they played this game
now im trying to get as many ppl to join in as possible
it has 3 rules
1. youre not allowed to think of the game
2. if you think of the game you lose
3. when you lose you must announce that youve lost THE Game
have fun
it goes on for days
have more people join in
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WASURETA KIOKU
FORGOTTEN MEMORIES
ATGOFION WEDI'I ANGHOFIO
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!.myspace.! [link]
!.youtube.! [link]
!.website.! [link]
!.deviantART.! [link]
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&& the moment ii fell in lurvee, was the moment ii realised ii couldn't hold him close enough... <3
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"All the world's a stage,
and all the men and women merely players:
they have their exits and their entrances;
and one man in his time plays many parts..."
(William Shakespeare, As You Like It, 2/7)
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Aishiteru.
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Dying is an art like everything else and I do it exceptionally well...
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