It was_________________
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slip beneath the surface
delve into the depths
for only hidden from the prying eyes
can truth truly seek and accept
I never ThoughtWill the last time I said goodbye be forever etched into your memory? The last soft squeeze of my arms around you in platonic bliss Perhaps that 53 will follow me to the grave, and I curse you math teacher The broken promises still cut like a blade I suppose they always will In an eternity these qualms will seem so meaningless In my next life they will be forgotten I never thought I’d die alone But then again how long have I been living that way?I never Thought
Spiders threadA spider’s web can seem so fragile The little creature dangling there by a thread I am buffeted by the winds of my insanity, as my thread is growing thinner The lies and the absences are cutting it slowly apart The unfilled desires and the quenched flames are slowly burning it down Amused I watch from my tether, my leash and chain to this realm I have long since strove against it, my own weakness proving the futility But it seems the last thread will be cut by my own cruelty When it fully snaps clean away, who will shed their tears? Mine have long been driedSpiders thread
My last breath for youJust let me sit a moment With my eyes pressed tightly shut A soft taken breath, a muted sigh That tainted reality you bring with you Each smile each laugh for me You paint the walls with crimson and shoot them through with soul Sometimes I only breathe for you Yet more often are my tears for you Just let me sit a moment It washes over me in rays, heating me, a mid day sun My little corner of delusion Just let me hold you once more within my mind Let the sweet embrace of your heart be mine for only one second more My second of bliss is past and reality will soon crusMy last breath for you
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-- I have no slogan. . .
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It's my unbirthday party and you're not invited
ill look around your gallery soon
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gabi x
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You are now leaving Normal.
Please adjust your preconceptions.
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You are now leaving Normal.
Please adjust your preconceptions.
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You are now leaving Normal.
Please adjust your preconceptions.
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"Dear sinners all!" the fool began, "man's life is but a jest,
A dream, a shadow, bubbles, air, a vapour at the best.--" The Jokers Lesson"
...deja vu.
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...a pathetic, adolescent fantasy which doesn't take into account the immense amount of responsibility and effort required to rule over an empire larger than any other.
`Prince-des-Sots, on the fallaciousness of world domination
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