I know exactly who you could be
2015-09-30 21:21:33 /
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I got my eyes on you
You're everything that I see
I want your high love and emotion endlessly
I can't get over you
You left your mark on me
I want your high love and emotion endlessly
Hollywood legend
2015-09-29 01:47:54 /
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När man hittar gamla bilder och de ser magiska ut tillsammans. #regretsattjagejsågdetförut
Ofta, åtminstonde i mitt sinne, så lingrar sig en doft.
2015-09-29 00:40:22 /
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Often, in my mind at least, a fragrance lingers. He is my one desire, strongest one I've ever felt. Through the mist clouding over our heads I feel at home. Vanilla surrounds him from all the shit he has smoked. Always playing at the edge, distancing himself as he claws me closer. And it is not fair. Youthful, disgraced from the disguise that was drawn so delicately. Thorns growing on veins, twisting the organ that's pumping the life force. What the fuck am I doing.
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I don't feel like I have a family anymore ever since you left me.
2015-09-24 22:09:20 /
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You are like sunshine.
A heavenly sight,
like the refreshing rain pouring
all over my clouded days.
Your smile is like a field filled with roses,
a voice sweeter than my first love.
Hugs brighter than the sunshine
and love stronger than
I could ever imagine to recieve.
Past tense.
Trött.
2015-09-18 01:05:03 /
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Troublesome. Loathing the impression that seems to be imprinted in strangers eyes. Mindful conversation, transcending angels hovering about in the smoke filled air. Murder to breath, suicide to think. I don't feel to well this evening, but then again no one thinks that I ever will. Again, at least. Past events destroyed the everlasting innocence and bloom. The paleness has been shadowed by the mass, and its roots are ever so deep in the dampened soil. Golden sparks clutching at your throat, they once said you were unbroken, a genius soul. Did they shatter you, or was it your own fault. A demise so petrifying, so cruel; barely your mother could recognize you. Child, come in. Don't be afraid. Home is in tomorrow, there is always another day. But lurking in the shallows are the sharks, with slender voices, inviting you in. Deep breath. No more. All the lines, the slurs in blurred blissfulness. It was all an illusion, a test. Derrange your mindset, hollowness can never be your friend. This is not what whats meant for you. So sprint. Make a run. Sweat. Bellow at the skies. Curse the gods, that never existed in your head. They might as well be the thoughts that will force you to mourn in hell.
