whatevernever when you want it always when you dont you dont know when it'll hit you or when, in fact, it wont.whatever
i sound so childish now i rhyme, i shorten, im tame but what im sure we all know is that this is just a game.
i dont think i ever really 'get it' its in me all the time people all have different kinds none have the same as mine.
theirs are deep, descriptive i ramble on, say nothing they say i have no soul they expect, to me, its crushing.
NEWS FLASH! NEWS FLASH! i really just dont care! i know whats inside
tattered garlandswith tattered garlands in her hairtattered garlands
she walks alone noone by her side she wonders: was she ever loved? with tattered garlands in her hair she is hated now ever so hated what led to this? this retched turn of events? with tattered garlands in her hair the strings of the puppet
the pull tighter and tighter and she knows she knows about the contollers with tattered garlands in her hair the end of a life free and just the puppet's been taken by them with tattered garlands in her hair...
journal post the first
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You non-conformists are all alike
*shifty eyes*
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blah blah
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Somebody tell me if falling OUT of love is supposed to hurt this bad
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go to hell... in style
[`mirrorkills]
hi jay.
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