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True Story.Ever since I could remember I was a sad child.True Story.
Other children would play in about 4th or 5th grade in the playground, while I stared at my feet in the swingset wondering how many animals are being killed for meat. True story.
My mother and father raised me to be honest, I turned out to be a pathological liar. Lieing about everything from my missing homework to the colour of the sky. I also wasn't physically fit. I was quite a chubby child, and since then have lost weight but the persona of 'fat girl' still haunts me to this very day.
Soon that sadness turned in
Licking the Floor.She crawls outward,Licking the Floor.
Her bones crumble softly under scaly skin.
I hate how she rubs herself to dirt, I love how she bites.
Sometimes my mind can't agree from nonchalant to boldness, Assassinated cranium overtake.
Her face drips like wax, Droplets fall to the ground and deepen in cracks of the earth.
Farewell Farewell Farewell.
Blackened.Sky blackened hastened dead. Collect the bodies from your head.Blackened.
Schizophrenic lies inside. Like a worm to desperate hide.
I see you and you see me. Together in dischord harmony.
Close your eyes and open your mouth. And let the worl know what you're about.
Sky blackened hastened dead. Collect the bodies from your head.
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"Doomed to live out the rest of our lives in excessive alien hedonism"-Zombiepoptarts
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its beautiful
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a poet's work is never done.
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There's a screw loose somewhere. There's a leak in the tank.
Love
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welcome to DA!
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R.I.P david i love you and you will be missed
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and oh mi gosh i love your picture
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Encore, Hardcore, Rock You Down To The Floor.
i love my burtnay! XD
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