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Hey.. look at me
I'm in a middle of nowhere
Though I'm still sitting on the ground
Everything around me is blowing
With all the insanity around
I'm watching my self exploding
Words are thrown out
feelings and emotions are floating
I cant think straight
or run my thoughts in slow motion
- cant you hear all my screams!!? cant you know what i just need!!?
You might think i'm fine
you kinda saw a smile
Oh dear, don't be fool
this is only a lie
This is me pretending
that everything is alright
that a world without you
worth living for a while!
and i could survive
with or without your light!
- cant you see all these tears!!? cant you sense all my fears!!?
Az!zA
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Please Say I Am
Please Say I Am
Sheltered.
Nurtured.
Curious and young.
Following, perhaps even stalking.
Stumbling with thoughts that won’t leave my lips.
My eyes see.
Your eyes can’t or won’t.
I don’t know.
When I spy on you,
My heart feels something.
It feels like hot sunshine
Burning yellow bubbles that burst and burn.
That is good, right?
Then sitting in my darkness,
I whisper your name.
I hope you hear me.
When will you escape your madness?
Will you ever know?
Am I meant to be your girl?
Please say I am…
Please.
Literature
Leave
1. crows gathered for the last goodbyes
Leave you at your last residence
Forgotten grave, erased
From their memory after today
Don’t touch me
Just don’t, not a single word
Let me, be... covered in my sadness
Under my sunglasses, sun is gone
CHORUS
I don’t need your sympathy
Just leave, I just wanna stay
Look at your grave in my own peace
Allow my tears finally flow
Scream and cursed be
Whoever took you
Watchin’ my pieces laying on the floor
I feel I failed you
Even now, I don’t know what to say
Just sit there, I can’t believe your gone
Still I know your next to me, starin’ at me
2. don
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Nothing But Laughter: Prologue
I still remember it all like it was yesterday. The day I learned my family was gone. Not a day goes by where I wish I was there to save them.
Alex’s Journal
The lone dimmed room was far too silent for the mercenary known as Marquis. The lone metal desk with stools welded into the floor sitting on both sides made it all feel like an interrogation room. The metallic interior walls were covered with an aged coat of chipping paint as a poor attempt to make the place look like a room of an average house. But it was clear that whoever owned this place had long since given up making it look homely.
Mark was beginning to feel a little naked
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