:D

i'm cuuuttteee! he thinks i'm cuuuuuuuuutttteee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1!!!
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no.

you're not allowed,
you're not allowed at all!

You're not allowed to look at him at all like the way you look at the others!

you know nothing of who he is.

he should never, ever be on that list of yours.

How dare you.

How dare both of you.
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I love you.

...that sentence...

It makes me feel, I don't know....sad,

envious?

Of what they have not them.

ha, that's funny.

why want something that will fall apart at the seems once it gets old?

Do I not know what it means?

Do I not understand what it is?

Every time I've heard that sentence its always sounded fake, not real. like they were lying.

My friend and the boy with the lip piercing that always smelled like nicotine.

They said "I love you" in a matter of a week and broke up in 3 months.

Doesn't love last longer then that?!

...Screw that! I would never want to loved by someone like you.

Either of you.


Why would you say that if you didn't mean it? why would you do that?




I DON'T WANT LOVE, GOD! I WANT YOU TO LIKE ME! I WANT YOU TO ENJOY ME BEING WITH YOU! I WANT YOU TO LISTEN TO MY OPINION AND TREAT ME LIKE A FRIEND AND NOT A SLAVE TO YOUR WILL! I DON'T WANT ANOTHER LEADER I WANT A FRIEND!


I just want a friend

someone to like and not love me

because love is,
not real.


And I don't want it anymore.

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Cold is the water
It freezes your already cold mind
Already cold, cold mind

And death is at your doorstep
And it will steal your innocence
But it will not steal your substance

But you are not alone in this
And you are not alone in this
As brothers we will stand and we'll hold your hand
Hold your hand

And you are the mother
The mother of your baby child
The one to whom you gave life
And you have your choices
And these are what make man great
His ladder to the stars

But you are not alone in this
And you are not alone in this
As brothers we will stand and we'll hold your hand
Hold your hand But I will tell the night And Whisper, "Lose your sight" But I can't move the mountains for you.

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where would we be?

If we were we, me was she, she were they, they were them, and me was we,
where would we be? Would we be with me? Or would we be with she?

But if they stayed them, me were still she, they knew that he was we and that they were them, where would we be then?

But if me were me, he was he, she were she, she were with we, and he were with she.

they would all be together as us.


But then,

Where would we be?

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Anyone else.

you, yourself, him, her ,they, them, not me, and not i.

...

I want to hug you until I can feel your ribs start to crack!

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HAAH

I may be awkward but i can play almost every instrument that i can get my hands on.

I may be quiet but i know good poetry.

I may have a smart mouth but you have to believe me when i say that the last thing i want to do is hurt you.

I may come across as a loner but I really don't ever want to be alone.

I may be in my own little world but that doesn't mean I don't see this one.

I may be impatient but I'm determined.

I may be insecure but that means I'll always be changing for the "better".

I may over think but all I'm trying to do is see little things that might be missed.

I may be proud but that's the only thing that's keeping me.



I am a book judged by it's cover and rarely read.
the author is unknown and the pages are crisp and clean,
the title isn't exciting and the cover art is plain.

You placed me back on the shelf.


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like you actually believed it was real.

My feet are cold, the wet ground soaks through my socks and my hair is matted down by the rain.

I wish you were here. I wish you were there. I wish you were anywhere, somewhere with me.

Just with me. Together. Side by side, hand in hand. But of course you’re not and you never will be.

My side is bare and my hand is empty. Empty and cold, just like this sad little park I’m standing in.

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she is not me.

Want to curl up and die. Is that black pleather? God, even her jacket is better than mine.
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