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Love can kill, literally.

I've been at a low point lately where I literally want to kill myself and this is how I imagine it.

I am my father.

He steals a kiss when her back is turned. Be careful before you tease.

Whilst trying to write a haiku, my boyfriend's roommate woke up and came out to harass me.

With eyes far-away-glazed, I live my life waiting for the call.

I have to get out of this bottomless pit. I have to pick me up and put me back together on my own.

There's just something intoxicating about the poison in his mind when he exhales.

Her jealousy is the best inspiration of all.

to my dear Kyo, you make love to me through your music ;p I just get so crazy.