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Uncertain is the ground I walk. Thin as a sheet of glass, Or hard as a solid rock, But neither my eyes can pass. Wreckless is the game I play. Stamping and stomping,
You can communicate your feelings to others by asking questions. There is no law against asking any kind of question. It does not matter whether people like the questions you ask or not.
How can something
A bird with a broken wing Its memory of greatness; A stretched canvas of warm embrace Air cut by swift blades of persistence Unobtainable freedom by many, While the few idolize their grasp of identity:
Dear Future, My kidnapper, you sicken me! Hiding me in a room called my conscious. All I see is darkness. All I’ve ever seen is darkness.
Dear, Jep Can I be your shoes, And walk between your shadows and above the grass? Can I be your backpack, And carry me off the train and up the hills?
Perhaps I will never open this book again But if I ever do I'll be honest I'll be truthful As I flip through the pages again I'll regret the choices I made I'll regret the words I erased
furious as I am, I searched for hope within my ravaging soul believing that inside me, a speck still believes in life thinking that beneath all these pain, my logic survives,
My heart feels a pang at your arrival. It is not so much about those poetic lines Revealing unresolved emotions for her, But how you make this situation so trivial while I pass sleepless nights
She was ! a killer of her own mind I wanaa be a princess! No a werewolf ! A dog.... I want to dance till the sun falls to figure it out . Yes all ! I want him... To love me like I
You call at me like destiny And fly out of my grasp with the wind You tempt me with your grandeur Only to take it all away with your greed You invite me in
We are all just specks On the dirty, dirty hands
To the ideal,
If I wasn't so sure,
When your heart threatens to fall out your ass. When your brain won't cease spitting out rapid-fire bullets labeled What if If Only What about Maybe Maybe Not