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alone. I lay in bed with my laptop resting upon my legs. Its engine whirrs quietly beneath the sound of my music coming from its speakers. It is dark outside, and the new day--the last day of the year--has already begun, but my bedroom is still fully lit, and I am still awake, though I can't really think of anything to do. I run my fingers through my freshly dyed black hair and sigh. There are things I should be doing that I am not, and things I shouldn't be doing that I am anyways. Things tend to lose direction and purpose when you don't have a hand to hold, a shoulder to lean on.alone. by ~kissthelies
Things go
:release: fuck this.:release: by ~kissthelies
i can't even take a fucking breath without falling on my face.
what happened to the times when i felt secure and safe?
what happened to the times when i felt free and alive?
what happened to the times when i felt HAPPY?
i don't even know what i'm doing anymore. i only know that i'm going nowhere except backwards, back to the beginning, when everything was wrong.
i only know that i get hurt just about everytime i love someone.
i only know that i'm starting to lose the will to fight for my life.
what's the point anymore? will it even be worth it in the end? i can't imagine that it will. not for me. nothing will ev
:D Every time you speak to me:D by ~kissthelies
All of the world lets me free.
With every single word you say
All of my pains just melt away.
The whole earth pauses to let us be
And you are the only thing I see.
ghost. I feel so invisible, and almost creepy, staring at the back of your head, like some kind of enamored ghost. I study the way your milk chocolate hair falls over your face. I've memorized the way you toss it to the side.ghost. by ~kissthelies
I could probably paint an accurate picture of the back of you, I know it so well from sitting just a few seats behind. While everyone else is occupied with algebra and their own personal lives, I take in every angle and arch of your back and shoulders.
I feel like the ghost that you only sometimes get a glimpse of, just a sudden chilling breeze that only takes a moment of your time. I don'
The Real You I want to be just like herThe Real You by ~lrigD
So funny, so pretty, so smart
I don't want to be myself
I haven't from the start
I want to be just like him
So popular and sunny
I'm not satisfied with who I am
Isn't that funny?
This is no the real me
The real me hides inside
But I am ready to admit
That it just isn't right
I am not the only one
Not the only one who hides
And there will always be people
Who cannot win their inner fights
Sta.sh
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He who has a thousand friends has not a friend to spare,
And he who has one enemy will meet him everywhere.
and sure we can be friends. x]
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He who has a thousand friends has not a friend to spare,
And he who has one enemy will meet him everywhere.