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Repeatrepeat for me that quietRepeat
quiet scream
you heard when i said goodbye
repeat every word every scream every whisper ripping my soul piece by piece away from me
repeat those last words
its not as if they are ingrained in my memory repeat them one last time for me
don't worry
it's okay if you forget it's alrite I know Do your remember when i said that?
the tears drenching my face I wouldn't expect you to I will remember for the both of us
every night before i fall asleep when he says s


Bruisedwalking through life blind some of us do to escape the pain of sight of rememberingBruised
we just come out with more unnecessary bruises


Let it goyou hold your head up to the sky laugh until you're about to cry spin in circles then crash down forget the world, forget this townLet it go
for one afternoon you're free leave the world me everything behind
lost somewhere in the twilight zone are the memories no one wants to think we work our entire lives
to forget to let go
of every tear and every pain to disappear this is your day to let go if only for a moment
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Incompatible horizonsAudrey dances with shadows stretched across the porch lit floor, with bruises under her eyes and chestnut tresses past her shoulder. She taps her fingers to keep herself from falling apart and to remember that one two one two should be the sound of her breathing, but yesterday she gave up. You see, two hundred fifty four miles past the horizon she left her freedom in the hands of a stranger who tied it in bows and planted it in the ground.Incompatible horizons
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Every four days he'll call and tell her how only roots spread from the center, and how sometimes when it's raining he'll sit on the grass and swear it sounds like the beating


little miss knowitalllittle miss knowitall, thinks she is brighter than me. scolding my every mistake, and fixing them correctly.little miss knowitall
little miss knowitall, thinks she knows everything. but she truly doesnt fully see, through the small world she lives in.
little miss knowitall, doesnt look at the bigger picture. stuck inside her shell of perfection, she misses out on the beauty around her.
little miss knowitall, always has to be precise. she doesnt know how to fail, so she is always right.
little miss knowitall, doesnt really know everythi


Don't ThinkYou haunt me like a rainy day. Kill me slowly with only a look. Make me cry over what you did. I didn't know it was possible to cry this much.Don't Think
You used to wipe my tears away. Now you only cause my tears. Only cause me pain. Bring back the memories. Even though you don't speak.
Those eyes penetrate my heart. My shattered, breaking heart. Though if you did speak... I have a feeling I'd shatter as well.
Now all I have are washed up photos. And writing that has faded. But I'm sure you never thing about this. Any of it.


Wonderful liarYou are fireWonderful liar
My wonderful liar, Sweet little girl come take me higher And make me believe... I like being deceived. You are the spark that lights my heart's fuse causing me to explode
like a keg of gun powder, but now the world is just a bruise. Blue and black like abuse, And as tears begin to flow this dream starts to corrode... it all starts to fade away. So difficult to keep pushing me lower to the deep, My today i piss away...just to be able to sleep.
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falling hurts less if you have people to catch you
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"A subject for a great poet would be God's boredom after the seventh day of creation."
Friedrich Nietzsche
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Who can you trust to transport your goods?
HARWOODS
You won't be sorry with a Harwoods Lorry!
Do not cross the Barrowman Line!
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falling hurts less if you have people to catch you
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I think you're a boy with eyes like wishing wells that never come true.
When it's almost a heartbeat away from silence she curls up in closets and the lack of oxygen makes her feel like she can fly.
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falling hurts less if you have people to catch you
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falling hurts less if you have people to catch you
I'm really sorry this is really late!!!
oxox
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Who can you trust to transport your goods?
HARWOODS
You won't be sorry with a Harwoods Lorry!
Do not cross the Barrowman Line!
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"A subject for a great poet would be God's boredom after the seventh day of creation."
Friedrich Nietzsche
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