

The PlaceDancing in the snow Feeling so alone Burning questions fill my ears Begging me not to hearThe Place
All these things youve said to me None of them clearly points
To the answers Im looking for.
But then again, its over now, Our little baby fire has gone out. To bad we didnt make a wish- Make a wish to fly
With the wind against our backs No way wed ever turn to pack And go to this Hell they call a home,
The place where monsters roam.
The place where we used to know That we were safe.


Looking GlassSpiraling downward, falling so fast.Looking Glass
Wondering briefly what has become of the past.
Exploring my future, staring though this crystal ball. Thinking of ways to avoid the upcoming fall.
Afraid of the future ashamed of the past, Blankly staring into the looking glass.
Small hopes unforgotten, innocence lost Not looking forward to the upcoming frost.


The AnxietyIm staring my future blindly in the face and Im not ready to throw the first punch. Ill never be ready to take the first steps into the arena, into the blinding portal of adulthood that waits, like a dark spot in the white. Its staring me down and I cant do a thing to hold it back. The worst part is that the dark spot up close doesnt look happy, and I know that its me.The Anxiety
I woke in a cold sweat, leaping from my warm mattress onto the unforgiving floor beneath. The mahogany wood felt cold against my skin and sent a bolt through my spine, lighting up gooseflesh on my arms. I strugg


To Come With Them To MeThe frustration, boiling up from underneath.To Come With Them To Me
The frustration, turning into something I hate. Creeping like vine, squirming like worm Creating something Id rather not dedicate To.
The laughter, starting soft and slow. The laughter, rolling like a water flow Spinning out into the air, floating without limits, Erupting though ear drums with crescendo Come.
The needing, filling up pages with anger. The needing writes down what I cannot express, Scratching with sharp claws, blindingly pale.
When reading these words, I do stress With them. &nb
Devious Comments
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Dyslexic Devil worshipers sell their soul to Santa.
spcially if i can go to the toki hotel consert at the filmore in san fran. on 8/19 XD
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Hot boy on boy gromp action is the most hottest thing on earth XD !!
When god Created Tom Kaulitz, he decided to make Bill becuse the earth needed two times that amount of beauty XD!!
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Dyslexic Devil worshipers sell their soul to Santa.
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Hot boy on boy gromp action is the most hottest thing on earth XD !!
When god Created Tom Kaulitz, he decided to make Bill becuse the earth needed two times that amount of beauty XD!!
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Dyslexic Devil worshipers sell their soul to Santa.
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Dyslexic Devil worshipers sell their soul to Santa.
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"even male supermodels with perfect chins and chiseled abs can die in freak gas fighting accidents." -- Derek Zoolander
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Dyslexic Devil worshipers sell their soul to Santa.
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"even male supermodels with perfect chins and chiseled abs can die in freak gas fighting accidents." -- Derek Zoolander
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Dyslexic Devil worshipers sell their soul to Santa.
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"even male supermodels with perfect chins and chiseled abs can die in freak gas fighting accidents." -- Derek Zoolander
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Dyslexic Devil worshipers sell their soul to Santa.
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Hope: The Ever Lasting Devotion To Tomorrow
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Dyslexic Devil worshipers sell their soul to Santa.
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Its being here now that's important. There's no past and there's no future. All there is ever, is the now. We can gain experience from the past, but we can't relive it; we can hope for the future, but we don't know if there is one.
-George Harrison
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I ♥♥♥ Honey-Senpai!!
Avvie by ~angelishi
Clubs i'm in:
*chinchilla-madness
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I ♥♥♥ Honey-Senpai!!
Avvie by ~angelishi
Clubs i'm in:
*chinchilla-madness
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