It seems to be the word of choice for everything I do...
I hate this... Maybe what I thought was my type, isn't really mine at all... I wish I knew what type I would be... Just another reason to be catagorised.
I do what I've done to be close and feel as if it's me they want, even just for that time, because I know I'll never be theres...
I just want someone to wipe away the tears instead of cause them.
Perfected abitlity at this emotion dettachment... You'll never know... You'll never hear the words tumble mistakenly from these lips... You can't see the stitches...
I don't want to feel for anyone... I keep slipping... falling at there feet. Damn the melting ice...
I don't know atm, I just feel scattered, Sorry (another reason for the word)







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"We are all greater artists than we realise." -Nietzsche
"What can be said, can be said clearly. What cannot be said must be passed over in silence." - Wittgenstein
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Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
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Write prose? ~simplyprose
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can't let just anybody hold me...
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BEFORE YOU DIE, LIFE TORMENTS YOU...
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Tra la la...
and i sing with a predicament i can only understand...Tra la la...
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acid goes to your head;
ecstasy goes to your heart
Peace&Love
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"Nevermore" quoteth the raven.
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"Peace is but a shadow of death,
Desperate to forget its painful past..."
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The world falls into disillusion
The only truth my own delusion
Spiralling in empty decay
What will it take to fade away?
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my photography =piratephotography
my poetry *iheartpirates
my stock ~closemyeyes-stock
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