

white has the screws for blackheart of a child, mind in digital. these numbers conflict with the small tremors in my chest. i have lectures and graphs on why we must part, why are my eyes drowning in tears? when the chess board is empty save for pawns and lonely kings, what steps do we take toward relief? a stalemate, burning hate,white has the screws for black
this rising heart rate shakes my fingers.
secrets dispersed like startled children, leaving layers of more than clothes between us. abandon this alphabet town to the dead leaves and me. don't you dare look over your shoulder till you're safe home and in anothe


no more tearsYou put more than miles between us, And now I'm going to make it really worth your while. It's not a matter of when, But of who will give out first: The Heavy Metal Queen with no air-conditioning, Or the grimy, sweaty bodies fueled by nicotine And B-12.no more tears
Stopping isn't an option, And sleep is only a dream
Thanks for
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God doesn't hate the sinners
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i wanna be wanna be wanna be wanna be wanna be wanna be PRETTY!
in which area in body?
if i can help ya....
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God doesn't hate the sinners
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i wanna be wanna be wanna be wanna be wanna be wanna be PRETTY!
*sorry for late answering ^^
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God doesn't hate the sinners
Many kudos to you, my dear.
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i wanna be wanna be wanna be wanna be wanna be wanna be PRETTY!
hi!
*ahem*
it's carlos... tee hee
Yes, yes you do x3
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...I'm such a happy person ^^
This is MY artwork and it is DANGEROUS!
GIMME!
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and those that were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music
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