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bleedingheartsclubWith my foot to the pedal, red roses in the front seat. pluckin' off these petals, hopin to god that she loves me, she loves me not, she thinks reclusive hits the spot. I know i didn't give you all, but i gave you what I got. I dressed in all black for a damn good reason, Johnny Cash had a good feeling you were leavin', I guess it was the season you were gettin' pretty cold, I did the same in return, turned my heart into stone,bleedingheartsclub
I'm not angry or depressed, I'm a little upset, and if I ever get to hate you, hope to god we never met. Look me in the face, you don't have a thing to
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MalignanceWhy don't you play fair? Is this all you need, morning light over backstab?Malignance
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Wake up, break-up, break me fast, and dissapear
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You are making my morning, SweatHeart. Shut your mouth, I'm talking now. You don't like me now? You never did. Creating yourself my illusion was the perfect disguise of anguish over foreign method
Shut your mouth, I' talking now. I know you like to pretend you never killed me, although my heart is dry, cold in pale skin.
SweatHeart, Today the morning lig
by ~PaperBombs
My notebook will explainI was promised to be a king when I was old. Now I hit the brakes so I wont hit the glass, because I'm walking home alone again.My notebook will explain
Teachers love to say "it's just a phase". I love to say I'm just away from whom I'll be, but every breath reminds me I'm far from lying to my mind. Parents have no clue
that I need friends with no wings, kids of tommorow who don't need today.
The mirror surprisingly said that I'm still here.
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Morning StoryI wont survive in anguish I'll curse the day I'll starve in night I'll hunt my inside Without you.Morning Story
Cold light in early morning Hurts my eyes flooded with hope. Blessed with freedom, I weaped around my hands Your ropes and swear I dont want to let go. It's what you do to me.
Smile in my face, Remind me, SweatHeart, how your voice whispers sweet. I embraced the rain of cold light You embraced the sun in special sound. It's what you do to me.
by ~PaperBombs
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- Favourite band or musician: alexisonfire
- Favourite genre of music: screamo||emocore||alternative||hardcore||dnb||darkcore||nintendocore||happycore||
- Favourite poet or writer: Nichita Stanescu[Expresie] + George Bacovia[Muzicalitate]
- Favourite photographer: photographers highlight, but they do not create
- Favourite style of art: screaming-for-popularity retropop
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- Favourite game: The ElderScrolls IV: Oblivion
- Favourite gaming platform: PC
- Favourite cartoon character: Aang and Zuko [Avatar - The Last Airbender is NOT anime]
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