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The Times
sometimes I break, I fall, but we are not perfect, you scream and get mad, we were not made to exist, in this timely abyss, dark clouds forming our end, but maybe we can make, maybe we can change, I know that we aren’t perfect, I know you do care, but how can both of us stay around when hes on a power trip and she’s been playing the star role as the victim, angry and resentful but wanting to…
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Tearing Apart
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#NowPlaying Memory by Sugarcult
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Behind My Borderline Thoughts
8/8/2015 12:14 PM I feel like drowning today. All my emotions are taking over and the evil thoughts and irritability won’t leave me. I don’t know if its due to me sleeping in late that my disorders are out of wack or if today is just the day that I can’t seem to help calm myself down. I’m so angry I could literally stab someone. I feel bad because today my mouth is loose and anything I say that I…
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Cleansing the Soul Confessional
Only the crows can recall all my secret regrets and secrets so disturbing that the thought of them are caked with guilt that you can never clean the wound and heal the broken feelings, maybe if we were different and our situation was better we would be a perfect match, but at times I think we are not, I am manipulative and cold, and you are this golden boy with a heart filled with love that the site of love sick people actualy makes its sad, the puppy dog look that makes me freak out and end us, I don't deserve someone like you, eyes filled with the promises of tomorrow, with loyalty, you put your heart and soul into us, so much so that I am surprised you haven't ended us yet, if you did I couldnt, wouldnt blame you or resent you, I would have to understand because all the bullshit I put you through and you take, makes me question how someone with such passion can end up with someone like me, the kind of love I see in your eyes are erased and washed away from mine from already living, experiencing life, experiencing the sorrows that has washed away my aspiration and dulled my shine, the true love that is only felt with someone special, someone life changing, the I would die for your eyes and the bedroom eyes, the kind of love that even after months the feeling of kissing them still scorches and turns your soul and makes you question your thoughts, calms the storms inside the human soul, the brand of love that only a Scorpio can give a Leo, but as the great movie as said, "We accept the love we think we deserve."
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Cleansing the Soul Confessional
Only the crows can recall all my secret regrets and secrets so disturbing that the thought of them are caked with guilt that you can never clean the wound and heal the broken feelings, maybe if we were different and our situation was better we would be a perfect match, but at times I think we are not, I am manipulative and cold, and you are this golden boy with a heart filled with love that the…
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So true
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