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faceless strangerthe world will never know how far you said you'd go another faceless stranger in the crowd perhaps they'll see you nowfaceless stranger
and you could have told me but i would not have listened i will never see the way that i caused this and- you won't understand how much we always loved you
i want to hold your hand- but that isn't meant to be and you will never see what you have done to me
and your heart beats without sound a faceless stranger to the ground and now i have finally found that life must still go on
and if you wi
by ~AlternatePersonality
friends foreverremember when i said "you guys. we have to be friends forever." and you laughed and nodded and said, "forever, of course."friends forever
the thing is, i meant it.
by ~AlternatePersonality
confessionfather, i have a confession to make: i didn't do my homework. i lied to my mom. i thought it was cool when i made my first bomb.confession
i didn't think it'd come to this- i never think ahead. and now, all because of me, father, people are dead.
when i was ten i threw sand in my brother's eyes. m
by ~AlternatePersonality
our choicethis is for the boy who took the gun to school and he would not have done it if he had thought he was "cool"our choice
"i want to die"
this is for the girl who sits at home and wonders, crying if she is alone.
"please, god, kill me"
this is for the student who sat next to you in lit the one who uses safety pins to make slits in their wrists
"it's not worth it anymore"
this is for the children, every single one, who suffer in silence who we choose to shun
"i'm dying, can't you see?" &nbs
by ~AlternatePersonality
if walls could talk
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ignite your bones.there's this girl, and she writes poetry on her arms. when people ask her why, she tells them it's so she never forgets. but really she just wants other people to read her words and to tell her she's beautiful. poetry, though; she knows most people don't understand it. she knows she doesn't understand it. she knows that when she's dying the cells of her skin with blue ink, she doesn't understand why. she doesn't understand how a laugh can taste like strawberries or how eyelids have secrets written in them. but she knows that it's how she's feeling.ignite your bones.
she'll be beautiful none the less, though. her pretty words that are s
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for a pessimist i'm pretty optimistic
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D'you think that Adam fancied Eve?
What if Eve could not conceive?
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Why is there ketchup on my sleeve?
D'you think that Adam fancied Eve?
What if Eve could not conceive?
And he had to breed with Steve?
We'd all be gay...
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