bluri closed my eyes as tight as i possibly could and that too, could not remove my visions visions of you i wish i could drain from my veins rushing with hatred the entire would is grey, spitting clouds guilt will be associated with graves the number escapes me, unattainable grief floating as my heart flutters moist life saturated with speech lost flying closer now, the surface and being harboring apathy, distinctly nothing is left to discover or fear i am pain.blur
Checkmatei wish i had never educated you, songs of those times past that really were just for display. if the inaccuries of that song were more than just those on the outside because of speech, they were because of all the ill you brought forth.Checkmate
in a time where now it seems that the roles have reversed; i becoming the jilt and you provoking no guilt -- i wonder how this could have come across but just like a simplistic viral infection you seemed to poison the way that i perceive things blood floats to the top of my eyes making that shimmer of the highest light bright red li
the necessitythe mere mockery of day to day life entails such a huge flame of tragedy that i could barely withstand not combusting myself trailing our tails in the sand behind with our hopefulls looking to be satisfied by having chaser upon chaser i remember playing that delicate song the one that would always tear your heart in two and think to myself how imitation is the most sincere form time has long since run out on us and i still think that my heart beats fast whenever we pass in that knowing way that taxi cabs graze the curb in the big city and then the metaphthe necessity
*lick*
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