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It's BitterThere's a shining hero and a damsel in distressed. But what if the hero is always depressed? If the man is weaker than her then what rules are we breaking?It's Bitter
Every night she saves him Over the telephone. And every night she tells him that he won't ever be alone. Sometimes he's so hopeless that he'll leave her for something more most of time it ends up being a whore.
When the damsel in distress is stronger than the rest sometimes it's stunning. But Andie, the rules were never our thing
by ~highanddriving
Who I am.Why do I live if I am an atheist? They ask me this They ask me why I don't just believe because I don't have anything to lose. They think I have nothing to lose They think I am pride-less person who needs a set or morals to live by.Who I am.
Am I immoral because I am an anarchist? They ask me this. They ask me why I don't just submit because it will never work that way. They tell me all the problems with it They tell me that I don't understand something complicated like politics.
Why do they bother if I am me? I ask them this. I ask them if th
by ~highanddriving
I was rightWhen she sat next to me at the coffee shop, I noticed the scars that ran up and down the underside of her arm that peeked out between the large number of bracelets that gathered at her wrist. I knew her as only as an acquaintance, a friend of a friend who I’d talked to a few times. “Why haven’t you killed yourself yet?” I asked, keeping my eyes looking ahead as I awkwardly sipped my coffee, bridging the gap of silence. It may have been an absurd and rude, but that was just the type of personality I had.I was right
“Excuse me, what?” she asked, clearly surprised and upset. “Why would you say something like that?&
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to be artI want a body covered in tattoos and piercings I want my skin to sparkle like silver sprinkled over a brilliant palette hundreds of hues mixed together making me a mural, a collage an inspired messto be art
I want jewelry pinned on every crevice every crack, every gap on my face in my mouth, around my ears and connected to my nose I want to taste and smell cold metal I want my body to feel heavy and dangerous but still safe
like a weapon
I want ink to seep underneath my skin hiding any natural tones as it dissolves below my surface &nbs
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the Show Has Been CancelledNo audience beyond this point, it's only you and me. Last call for fitting- tie the noose tight around your neck. Black birds swarm; bathing in what's left of us. There is a state line dividing what DNA never could. I can't be recognized in your mirror. The airwaves are occupied, so don't call. Waste your money on the most expensive dresses, So I can long to see you drenched in tar. You played the angel all too long. I've seen the graceful wings become torn In being ripped from your spine. I cry black and grays because, You've sucked away my whites, my whites. You sthe Show Has Been Cancelled
by ~Pansy-xo
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- Favourite game: Pokemon at 4 am
- Email: houseifblueleaves@yahoo.com
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