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Stripes.cold smiles replaced the misconceptionized worried grins you once had and beautiful turned into indifferent as stripes of silver and gold i painted nonchalantlyStripes.
memories beat a tattoo on the inside of my white painted skull and past mistakes i contemplated regrets i formed into miniature world wars
and still i kept on painting thinking it would change everything what i thought of you what people thought of me what i was what i had to be
and still i painted stripes on surfaces of my consciousness and brush strokes overlapped my


dead lights.words written on the walls inside my mind chains, and rust and blood defined my prison, and yet, my sanctuary of thoughts and passing serendipitydead lights.
an old dream crushed a hope unravelled a scream forced shushed and pains unparalleled
a whispered promise to be free an old song of broken wings an aching, a desire to flee a lullaby of missing things
of stained broken glass upon the floor of rusty hinges of a once-open door a tryst, a painful old wound reopened a fury's flight, a gift untokened
an angel's song upon purple clou
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joaopedroborba
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Don't cry over spilled milk. Be thankful it's not Vodka
DA. DA. DA.
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stuck on the genuine&&stranded on the fake.
thanks f0r writing y0ur DA in our b0ard!! XD
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That soul, that cradle of whispers where moments are splintered into needles of bliss or pain, piercing him perpetually from the inside. Ahh his memories of you. _Mergaux, Cradle of Whipers by =Delurianne
i just found out this morning.
I'M CLICHE!!!!!!
lol.
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stuck on the genuine&&stranded on the fake.
Jamma Llama!!
I gotta think of new nicknames...
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You laugh at me because I'm different, I laugh at you because you're all the same!
Obsessed? I wouldnt call it that, I would call it a Healthy Compassion~
it's all so ppg.
gawd.
but it's better than paris.
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stuck on the genuine&&stranded on the fake.
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