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give me sunflowers I can always paint them black hold your breath I'm not coming back.

once was told that l*ve is a four letter word as bad as saying f*ck is what i heard. never will that word cross these lips but what if it's a freud..

taking a small part from each person I make a fit into each little niche only too happy to keep the pieces separate I've never tried tofind a whole..

you're so bad, not bad like cool but bad like you leave a rotten taste on my tongue you used to be so fun, so young. you're so sick, not sick like ..

thereis nothing that feels so right which you can't make feel so WRONG these nights have given new life a new animal growing inside, new pieces of ..

How long does anything last? the joy, the smiles, the forgiveness, the lust... I only want what you're wililng to give I'll ask for no more and liv..

This is not the point of the story but it is important; I like to run. Most importantly, (besides the point of this story) I like to run in the hi..

of all the feelings felt I'm never too sure on which ones are real too many too often to tell a difference anger, frustration, warmth and contentme..

"what are you doing?" getting ready "where are you going?" none of your business "when will you be back?" later Th..

it's not real, it's not real laying in bed, not a muscle moving my eyes search the room for clarity looking for something to prove my thoughts wron..