| Harsh realities |


So Angry at You....Fear worn by threads of black, Hidden by anger, drawn towards hate. Senseless love and I, your object of play. You started this.So Angry at You....
Silent lies bore through your pretentious ways. Death through devilish grins and manipulations; Loners welcomed to you mind of grief. I wasn't enough.
Stone cold into a frozen web of obsession; A colorless world of expectations and requirements. Lost purpose becoming hollow and bare; You took my peace.
Sweet to the core, my personal poison. Harsh lips and a painful touch of want. What's mine is yours and I, your


True LoveBreathe slower, My Love Your body fits mine Perfectly, even... Your hand entangles mine Sends thoughts to my head You make me blush, My Boy Look deeper, My Sweet Whisper your secrets into me Let them become a part of me Let me take those secrets and prove myself to you Breathe heavily, My Dear Breathe life into me Give me reason to feel Reason to yearn Let me need you Allow me to want you Step closer, My Addiction Entwine your legs with mine Place your weight over me Protecting me from hurt Stop my dark bleeding as &nbTrue Love


beginning to question.This place is full of those whom we have determined to be sub-human, a life form below us. It's many names do not truthfully describes what lies beyond it's seemingly plain brick walls. Screams echo through the hallways, which are adorned by those who have no names. They sit against the cold painted cinder block and rock, back and forth, back and forth in the soothing motion which overtakes everyone at some point in their life. The motion is a wish, a simple wish, a wish for love, for happiness, for life.It's a motion that connects us. We tell ourselves that we are being merciful, letting live those whom should have been killed. &nbeginning to question.
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In this house of cards we all hold hearts and spades. And the people we love are always lost in the shuffle.
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Of all that is written, I love only what a person has written with his own blood
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Of all that is written, I love only what a person has written with his own blood
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Of all that is written, I love only what a person has written with his own blood
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Of all that is written, I love only what a person has written with his own blood
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How much wood could a woodchuck chuck, if a woodchuck could Chuck Norris!
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Of all that is written, I love only what a person has written with his own blood
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"A Jedi's power flows from the Force"
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Of all that is written, I love only what a person has written with his own blood
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"A Jedi's power flows from the Force"
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