scrawls.
travelling I always stop at exits
wondering if I'll stay
young and restless
living this way I stress less
i want to pull away
when the dream dies
the pain sets it and I don't cry
i only feel gravity and
I wonder why

and the sun was wondering if
it should stay away
for a day until the feeling went away
and the clouds were dropping and the
the rain forgot how to
bring salvation
the dogs were whistling a new tune
barking at the new moon
hoping it would come soon
so that they could die
- nelly furtado

my orphical identity.
melissa
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leave.
doll.

scawls on my skin.


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To you.You know who yeps?yea.nt v gd but yea hahaha.

Abyss.

A blind leap.
A leap into the abyss of nothingness.
Where will you land?
Destiny written by others.
True free will denied.

Happiness is fleeting.
Away.
Away.
Gone.
The abyss grabs you like vomit.
Your control
is lost.

Like puppets on strings,
controlled by the clown.
rope,
around your neck.
You hang,
like a little toy.
The song of the church bells knelling,
hurts,
as it bangs against your little heart.
And you fall.
Fall.
Fall.
Into someone else's oblivious world.

We are all puppets.
Entering into the abyss.
Which hole,
will you choose.

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Done in 5 mins....hope it wasnt too bad....hee hope ya like it.
Goodness...i'm flg sick from the rain.argh.

all dolled up on 03:22

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