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tell me how to be gorgeous.I think I'm too good for this and it just kills you doesn't it? I could scream at you a million times a day that I'm more than just some whore, but we both know that's not true. Instead I'll just sit back with a cigarette and listen to you tell me how priveledged I am. Late at night when I'm used and bruised I'll wonder; if this is what they call luck, why does everyone want to win the fucking lottery so bad?tell me how to be gorgeous.
by ~trashxx
One more sun..A world where I was once beautiful; now burned to smoldering ashes. Wherein lies dreams of life, dreams of love. A deeper love then I can now fathom, for burned with love and life is my heart. I gave it to you but you disregarded it, we can all see what it was worth now. A momentary trophy for your sadistic pleasures, but was my heart full of promise really so worthless, you could throw it away like nothing? Now it's lying there, covered in ashes. Buried deep within the limits of a broken world, in which I was once beautiful and, I realize I can only be worth as much as my heart. I am nothing.One more sun..
by ~trashxx
blood has been shed.Music is softly playing in the background, and she's listening intently as the vocalist pours out their own tale of heartbreak. Tomorrow seems forever away, and as she clicks the repeat button, she can't move on quite yet.blood has been shed.
I could say I love you back; it's not unlike me to lie. You try to steal my heart, but I'd rather steal the sky. A kleptomaniac of clouds and stars alike.
She was blind to your ulterior motives. Realization is a sad sad thing, always hitting just a little too late -- The brick wall of oblivion is falling down. Falling and crashing down on her. Give your heart away and ask for nothing in return; thi
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jawbreaker.I'll just turn this right around. You're blaming me for this, aren't you? A rose in which beauty does not lie, bears no faults and this now I ponder - If I were to die with the rose and wither, why? I'm parched, you won't feed my thirst. Was I drunk on love? Such an intoxication, I would kill what's left of my mangled remains before admitting to something so fantastic. Your incapability of responsible judgement surpasses nothing. ALMOST nothing. All we leave behind in all this, is a beauty that's dying anyways. Will we sacrifice even each other, just to thrive on this deception?jawbreaker.
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- Current Residence: Alberta, Canada.
- Interests: Writing, Music, Drawings, Anime, Photography, && The whole 'Emo' scene.
- Favourite movie: Fried Green Tomatoes.
- Favourite band or musician: Currently-- Aqua. <--Guilty Pleasure. =}
- Favourite genre of music: Mostly Ska, Emotivecore and Hardcore//screamo
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- Favourite style of art: Oekaki && Vector
- Favourite cartoon character: Spyro! and My Little Pony.
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