battalionofhearts-blog-blog
battalionofhearts-blog-blog
Life to imitate art
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Id: The id comprises the unorganised part of the personality structure that contains the basic drives. The id acts according to the "pleasure principle", seeking to avoid pain or displeasure aroused by increases in instinctual tension.
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battalionofhearts-blog-blog · 12 years ago
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My mouth it tastes like sugar, kisses on my skull, now let me go and I'll be forever yours.
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battalionofhearts-blog-blog · 12 years ago
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And nothing is written in the book, reality is made by you And every lie that you pursue, eventually turns true And I was told that your eyes would shine, a light up into space And infinity would then consume this ordinary place
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battalionofhearts-blog-blog · 12 years ago
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Northern melancholy
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valentines, 2012
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battalionofhearts-blog-blog · 12 years ago
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I just wanna say I haven't been away. I am still right here where I always was.
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battalionofhearts-blog-blog · 13 years ago
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When you walk through a storm hold your head up high. And don't be afraid of the dark. At the end of the storm there's a golden sky and the sweet silver song of a lark.
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battalionofhearts-blog-blog · 13 years ago
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You're a crazy, little kitten, but you just don't understand. Oh don't you chain me, Or try to train me and you'll have me eatin' outta your hand.
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battalionofhearts-blog-blog · 13 years ago
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What she said was sad but then, all the rejection she's had, to pretend to be happy could only be idiocy.
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battalionofhearts-blog-blog · 13 years ago
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When I was young I'd listen to the radio Waitin' for my favorite songs. When they played I'd sing along, it made me smile. Those were such happy times and not so long ago. How I wondered where they'd gone
but they're back again. Just like a long lost friend, all the songs I loved so well.
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battalionofhearts-blog-blog · 13 years ago
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I traveled east and I traveled west and I found a boy with a heart on his chest. I ran a ground my ship left to rust, yes I found a guide in the city of lust.
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battalionofhearts-blog-blog · 13 years ago
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On every branch will blossom dreams for me and you. Our tree of love will stay evergreen if our hearts stay ever true.
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battalionofhearts-blog-blog · 13 years ago
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Sunday is gloomy with shadows I spend it all. My heart and I have decided to end it all. Soon there'll be flowers and prayers that are sad, I know, let them not weep, let them know that I'm glad to go.
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battalionofhearts-blog-blog · 13 years ago
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But don't change a hair for me, not if you care for me. Stay little Valentine, stay.
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battalionofhearts-blog-blog · 13 years ago
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Now a whole world has died since then, so many faithless days. I was born alone and lucky and I'm just used to it that way. My dice still roll in sixes and yours still turn up ones. And I have taken my good fortune and I've run and run.
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battalionofhearts-blog-blog · 13 years ago
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I could have mentioned your name, I could have dragged you in. Guilt by implication, by association I've always been true to you. In my own strange way I've always been true to you. In my own sick way, I'll always stay true to you.
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battalionofhearts-blog-blog · 13 years ago
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But I am your crazy driver, Honey I'm sure to steer you 'round. I am dying in any story, I'm only living and sing this song.
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battalionofhearts-blog-blog · 13 years ago
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Well, well, well, there'll come a time when you'll be lonesome and there'll come a time when you'll be blue. Well, there'll come a time when old Santa, he won't pay your bills for you.
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battalionofhearts-blog-blog · 13 years ago
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She sits alone apart from the crowd in a white dress she wears like a question mark. Friends speak of her fondly, enemies just think out loud. You think you're man enough to please her and you're fool enough to start.
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