Your Mind GamesI can’t believe you just said that Why are you always about stabbing me in the back Is there anyway to leave the past behind? Give up playing these games with my mind.Your Mind Games
Wash these tears away in the wind In the end no one ever wins Subjecting ourselves to such torture In mind and soul we’ve just sunk lower
How many things I’ve wanted to say It’s just a question of how brave How daring we are sometimes When the words are quicker then our eyes
Everyday has this reoccurring fight Starts at wakeup when you draw your knives What did I ever do to
NaturalityRecuperation - songRecuperation By: Kristian WisemanRecuperation - song
Faded memory in the hall Voice don’t stand out at all Remembering the songs we knew I will never forget you
I’ve been struggling in finding where I stay I’ve been repeating the words that you use to say I’ve been seeing your reflection in my face But I still miss you each and every single day
Remember the days spent in the sand Five years old, bucket and shovel in hand Days when nothing went wrong And days when we didn’t even get along
I’ve been struggling in finding where I stay I’ve been rep
Manifestation of a Red CrayonThe Manifestation of a Red Crayon.Manifestation of a Red Crayon
Please don’t lie anymore, I can see straight through you… My perfect redness has faded, The sun took away my glory. My tip is now a semi-circle, I’m too dull to look at, Don’t tell me I’m pretty when I’m ugly, Don’t tell me I’m smart when I’m stupid. I’m sick, I’ve used up all my chances at pretty pictures, No beautiful person wants to draw With something so depressing, My paper is ripped, halfway down And that only proves that I’m ugly when bare, And stupid in my appearance and actions Maybe I’ll get lucky
Dr4k4N DeskToP
Fading Blaze
The last time I posted
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Bleh
I've been somewhat MIA myself.
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sweet smile! catch you, later!
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-Morgan Brown
"Posters of my favourite whores
Decorate unpainted walls" -wake up
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sweet smile! catch you, later!
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check my
" The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls. "
by ~b0wdy in DA
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check my
" The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls. "
by ~b0wdy in DA
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sweet smile! catch you, later!
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
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