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On the inside things burn and scar
Inside your heart, struggling to be who you are
When reality seems so far.
Fog and darkness get inside your vision
As you sit in the bathroom
The only time you can see
Is when you're driving in your car
The windows down and the air blowing
Melodically through your hair.
The dark highway is like an open prison
Where no one can win
And believing is pure sin.
Wheels squealing against black
Pavement waiting for death an
mythical deathalone in the forrest i came upon a ladmythical death
known as you and a fairy known as me there was silence to be seen and beauty to be rained, the trees so lush and the sky so gray through my brown eyes i knew that it was going to be a beautiful
day. i lay in the leaves, brown, yellow, red and blue tasting the air unable to believe that this wasn't earth anymore. with lighthouses in the distance and rain falling through my red chesnut tresses i thought that this might be heaven. with the smell of muffins you were there once again, by my side
my fatherin somewhere i remember youmy father
your face, your eyes, your beard.
your eyes which look like mine,
expression, kind and patient.
i remember how we used to walk
how you used to talk
and how we shared a love of books and art.
you taught me words
and michealanglo
and the romance of museums.
and now i look into the glass
and i see someone else.
this someone else is not
the person that you know.
this person sees blue sunsets
and many colored stars &n
by *angelreich
by `zemotion
writer's handbook
Hungry
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It's only Britpop, luv.
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O_o
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There's a heaven above you baby and don't you cry tonight.
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when the man who made the first drawing board got it wrong, what did he go back to?
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the sun is ashamed to rise and be in love with all of these vampires
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