My Page :D
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Thread Topic: My Page :D
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I knew what I was doing. And I knew it was wrong. Wrong. It's an easy word to understand right? Yes? Wrong. Not true. Dishonest. Bad. Just plain wrong.
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I'm sorry.
What ever I did wrong I'm sorry.
...I didnt want to lose you.
I never wanted to.
I don't want to.
I am sorry.
I'm suck a f--- up.
I f--- everything up.
Every single thing.
I just want to disappear right now.
Go somewhere far away.
Away from my family.
Away from my so called friends.
Away from me.
Away from humanity.
Away.
I wanna lose myself.
Lose feeling.
I'm already close to losing it.
I'm sorry. -
Such. *
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For The One Who Left, For The One Gone, Another Taken Away. No Warning, No Explanations, No Goodbye. One More Person To Give Up, On Love. As My Final Goodbye. This Poem I write For You.
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Dude. Seriously. I'm sorry.
And I'm done.
I don't know how to feel anymore. -
You're beautiful but you don't see it. /.\
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hi
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Ello.
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your homeg
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Grown up? Me? I suppose I have. Killing things, and almost killing myself, must have changed me some, after all.
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Yes I am.
I Hate This Feeling
Like I'm here, but I'm not.
Like someone cares.
But they don't.
Like I belong somewhere
else, anywhere but here,
and escape lies just past
that snowy window,
cool and crisp as the February
air. I consider the streets
beyond, bleak as the bleached
bones of wilderness
scaffolding my heart.
Just a stone's throw away. -
Love means holding on to someone just as hard as you can because if you don't, one blink and they might disappear...forever
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Wish you could turn off the questions, turn off the voices, turn off all sound.
Yearn to close out the ugliness, close out the filthiness, close out all light.
Long to cast away yesterday, cast away memory, cast away all jeapordy.
Pray you could somehow stop uncertainty, somehow stop the loathing, somehow stop the pain.
Act on your impulse, swallow the bottle, cut a little deeper, put the gun to your chest. -
Memory is a tenuous thing. . . .
flickering glimpses, blue
and white, like ancient,
decomposing 16mm film.
Happiness escapes
me there, where faces
are vague and yesterday
seems to come tied
up in ribbons of pain.
Happiness? I look for it intead
in today, where memory
is something I can still
touch, still rely on.
I find it in the smiles
of new friends, the hope
blossoming inside.
My happiest memories
have no place in the
past; they are those
I have yet to create. -
It [death] chokes you, gags you, but you have to pretend that you're doing just fine, not trembling with this fear because the end is close.
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