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StereoIt's your stereo And I find your lessons loving so Arrogantly yet fondly When the blind can once again see As they wait to bleed, that everlasting bitter seed Of all those tantalizing moments of lust Just when the crime is just And the ultra-violenceStereo
Is the bittersweet silence Dark eyes Silver beings of a child's cries The match between tears and the pope's fears Cursing the lepers, and fighting the need My limp is the fighting chance With a seperate punch, at his first glance So they love, and lovers touch So it's only a matter of trust And


The EndMake the day And make way For you-queen of defined happinessThe End
Your toys and dolls alike Are my porcelain hands so broken So accept my rare and sorrowful token
You play the day away With the beats of pathetic life I call my heart There's never an end-and there never was a start
I love you prince of glass insanity With the clear glass exposing what I needed hidden With the words I like to call forbidden
A quick glance, and an awkward gaze You are the feel of something I call love With my girlish bow, and the scars I can call the end...


The ChariotA casket of the chariot's devoted passengers All forgotten, and left behind A hidden memory to rot and grind Daylight's a robbery And midnight is the innocent passerby Now I dream, and so they sighThe Chariot
Sharp needles to inject the love and false pretenses Stab a pencil in to my stomach And write idiotic in my bloodstream Hell and I make a good team So blood runs, and carry on with demonic puns The plane carries off with a symbol of wrists and The pain they represent
by =andaria
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So if I'm like "what was that? What was that?" Don't say, "Oh, it was satan. You'll be fighting him in like two seconds."
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Shit!!! I lost my fuck!
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"Look at the world through your own eyes... Not anyone else's."
Hey howdy hey.
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92% of teens moved on to rap music. If you're the 8% that rocks out put this in your signature.
_It is forever more the feeble man's destiny to represent the long days of short spoken moments, than it is for a granfather's wish to cry himself to breaking
Hi!
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"Look at the world through your own eyes... Not anyone else's."
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no brain no pain....
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"Over there, there's broken bones, there's only music so that there's new ringtones"
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Kiss me , Im insane...
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I forgot to store acorns for winter and now I am dead.
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"You are responsible for the consequences of your convictions."
-Jack McCoy
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