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LimousineSo, you'd be eleven now, how does that feel? You'd be enwrapped in the entwines of school life, Of girlfriends and homework and make-up, and boys. And you would have your whole life ahead of you, Planned out like a stretch of road, straight at you. But you aint with us today, girl, you're far away. And on the day you left us, with grace he came to you, And he called the hangman and the devil with him.Limousine
And the four of you met and in an explosion, a tidal wave took your life. It's Christmas, not three days away, not that you will be here. But you should be.
You were with us for
by ~Alucardsbloodlust
Does It Make It Better?So, how do you feel? Better? Does the blood show that? Does the liquid spill down your arm and take the pain away? Do the scabs hide your pain, do they make it go away? How does it feel? Does it make it better? You gotta shred your skin and feel the pain, And is that knife your Christ, the banisher of pain, The savour of sins? Yea, so there’s blood, and yea, it glints and in a macabre way, Sure, its beautiful, But, hell, so can you be.Does It Make It Better?
So fuck your butterflies, aint no drawing gonna banish that pain. They adorn your fore-arm and are no stranger to me. &n
by ~Alucardsbloodlust
Sic Transit Gloria. Part 2WorkSic Transit Gloria. Part 2
My phone bleared some dreary attempt at a church bell tune. Which, though pathetic, nonetheless woke me up. And begin the smart and stupid child I was, had to get up to where I had placed it on the windowsill, for this exact purpose, to shut it up. Awake, half awake, at least, I glared around my room, waiting for my eyes to adjust to the light and the sudden sight, sitting back down on the bed, I slid open the bedside cabinet drawer, I pushed aside my old watch, and reached for the tobacco, and the rizla, furtively rolling one up, I checked around to ensure my parents hadn’t decided to take the day off work, I shut the
by ~Alucardsbloodlust
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Limp Postureby *Skia
RedemptionOpen the pearly gates of heav'nRedemption
Release the angels bright Cast away this desperate dark,
Illuminate the night.
Slay the beast within my soul, That wretched creature kill Mold and shape my broken heart, Bend it to your will.
Seal the cracks and patch the holes, Make the wounds a scar Mend the flesh into the mark That sets me far apart.
Hold me close, hide me away From worldly lust and greed, Help me see the simple truth That you are all I need.
Like puppets on strings please guide my hands Toward good instead of b
by ~Lucia672
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Devious Info
- Current Residence: England!!
- Interests: badminton, music, anime.
- Favourite movie: interview with a vampire, troy, donnie darko, baseketball,
- Favourite band or musician: Yellowcard, Funeral For a Friend, Micheal Jackson (R.I.P)
- Favourite genre of music: punky, pop-pie kind of things, a bit of screamo, and a bit of eminem and gym class heroes =]
- Favourite poet or writer: unsure. i like harry potter, and dark materials trilogy; I guess Philip Pullman and J.K Rowling.
- Favourite photographer: Joshua Hoffine
- Favourite game: SIMS, i must get the third one!
- Favourite gaming platform: xbox or pc, wii :D
- Favourite cartoon character: spongebob =D
- Personal Quote: My Soul, Do Not Seek Eternal Life, But Exhaust The Realms Of The Possible.
- Tools of the Trade: microsoft word
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"Memories a poor thing to have. its your own real hair and eyes and hands and mouth i want."-Philip Pullman
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Labour Without Joy is Base. Labour Without Sorrow Is Base. Sorrow Without Labour is base. Joy Without Labour Is base.- John Ruskin.
"Memories a poor thing to have. its your own real hair and eyes and hands and mouth i want."-Philip Pullman
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Be careful whose toes you step on today because they might be connected to the foot that kicks your ass tomorrow.
All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. That's how far the world is from where I am. Just one bad day!!
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Labour Without Joy is Base. Labour Without Sorrow Is Base. Sorrow Without Labour is base. Joy Without Labour Is base.- John Ruskin.
"Memories a poor thing to have. its your own real hair and eyes and hands and mouth i want."-Philip Pullman
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Be careful whose toes you step on today because they might be connected to the foot that kicks your ass tomorrow.
All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. That's how far the world is from where I am. Just one bad day!!
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Okay so there are these two guys and they.. like say something funny... I think. Sorry my friend told me the joke but I don't think I did it right.
Thankyou, once again.
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~AkiyaRae
Being On DA Killed My Yoshi >.<
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