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It's a sort of trance like water flowing from a bottle into an empty glass spirit so big; but your mind so weak I get you I get you just ..

a constant pull between needing to make something of herself: throwing it all away by running herself into the ground. opposite ends of the spe..

my stomach is empty and my head is spinning my heart beats so loud for you my head screams at it to be silent. It’s a const..

We’re all just searching for something here, Searching for the same thing just in different ways. Self inflicted loneliness is ..

has he ruined you completely, my dear taken every ounce of your beautiful soul and thrown it to the sharks without a second thought to the point ..

The ache of our hearts lingered within the locks of my hair. Resting heavy on my shoulders: draped down my back. Reminding me of the sleep..

Mornings are full of hope, sometimes. Moaning sweet nothings in my ear.

There’s a time Just once in a while Intoxicated, Listening to you Your lips are moving But I don’t hear what you’re saying For..

This town, I’m just not feeling it anymore The buildings The news The faces And the worst part of it, The conversations Those damn conver..

Prime Minister, Can you hear? Your smile is so sinister But we do not fear! How can you say, “we’re all in this together” Whe..