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AnathemaAnathema to the Gods,Anathema
To all I've ever known. Despicable to those who know me, Not existant to those who don't. Still unknown, the wrongs I've commited. Terribly identifying, Terrificly new and open. A moment short from a bright smile, Gleefully open to a gentle carress, But denied at last second. Terrifyingly afraid,
A frown falls along silent lips, An orb of tears falling from lashes of ebony. Staring with blank obsidian eyes, Death suits you so well, Perhaps it shant be long before you meet him for eternity's reach.


ramblingSick, all of a sudden. Exhausted, though this was never sudden. I always feel this way. I do love it, the way you smile. I do love your voice. I love it as much as I hate my own. A dear friend I do look for, someone. But I cannot. You always tell me not to worry about her, 'She doesn't control you.' It's not fear she will be angry at me speaking to you, I fear I will hurt her feelings. Or that she will make you hate me as she does. I hate to say these words, it feels as if lies fly from my lips when I do so. Writing them makes me fear they will not strike you as true, &nbrambling


H A T EI hate the way it feels When my chest gets really tight. I don't know what it is,H A T E
But it lasts well through the night. I hate the way it feels, When tears refuse to fall, They hide in my heart, And won't come when I call. I hate the way that I'm so vulnerable, The way you turn me away. I dislike the feeling of knowing, You could take the things I say. I hate it when you tell me, 'It'll be alright.' I hate it when I believe you, That makes the fall much worse. I hate the way you changed me, The way you made me be. Hate the way my heart'


L T JA small joy in the palm of my hand I wonder and wonder, what is this land? I wish and I ponder. Why is it so. I wonder and wonder, which way to go? Internal questions, an external fight. Sleeping through day, traipsing through night. Your name brings a smile, Just as your face. You seem to think opposite, Take my compliments with grace. You're beautiful, you know. To the point of cliche, like freshly fallen snow. Whispers and chatters, Lips like a killer. Eyes like a blind man, A voice like a mute. I wish you were my baby, Wish you wereL T J
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Art is one thing that will always be pure. It can't hurt you, cause you pain. You can find it everywhere, even in rain. Art is simple, it is perfect in every way.
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RyuRoots (9:02:12 PM): AND BALLS ARE AWESOME
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Art is one thing that will always be pure. It can't hurt you, cause you pain. You can find it everywhere, even in rain. Art is simple, it is perfect in every way.
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RyuRoots (9:02:12 PM): AND BALLS ARE AWESOME
RyuRoots (9:02:22 PM): I'm gonna try to keep up a supply of these.
Ayane477 (9:03:20 PM): so you like balls?
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Art is one thing that will always be pure. It can't hurt you, cause you pain. You can find it everywhere, even in rain. Art is simple, it is perfect in every way.
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Art is one thing that will always be pure. It can't hurt you, cause you pain. You can find it everywhere, even in rain. Art is simple, it is perfect in every way.
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