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| colors, aesthetic; pulsing, breathing in unison with that haunting harmony. how interesting, we have so many more friends after we leave these places; bridges burned become forgotten, all of our sins reconciled. indifferent, uninspired, unintelligent; these are the terms i use to describe this sad excuse for your sins. i look around and don't recognize the person i've become, whatever happened to who i used to be? save this for later, love, its all almost over. | | |
| this has faded from ecstacy into horrified realization. The ones you love will always leave you. That sweet scent still hangs around me. Callous, uncaring; your greatest joy is seeing the expression on my face when i'm on the ground with a bullet in my gut, wondering what i did wrong. Did you expect me to just stand by in silence while you tortured my soul with your soft kisses and sweet touches? Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not that enamored with your antics. The words no longer soothe my seething wounds; they no longer cauterize the bleeding heart wounds that i bear everytime you tell me i'm amazing. Good thing that's not that often anymore. | | |
| sweet ecstacy ebbs and flows,
violently cut by your words,
understanding nothing,
you wander aimlessly,
this is simply complicated,
what did you expect?
The ties between us can never be shattered,
harsh words exchanged,
meaninglessly, carelessly thrown about,
we live our lives in desperation,
emulating the dreams we can never acheive,
but i have everything i need,
nothing can tear this soul apart.
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| This is the first thing that comes to mind. The countless nights spent with only a pen and paper to soothe aching souls. Famous last words take on new meanings, become meaningless. Thoughts of you rise and disperse with the wind. While I'm obsessing, you're caressing, and it doesn't get any better than this. Our card castle lives topple before us, in desperation we try to keep them intact. You may be able to fork your tongue, but do you have the serpent's fangs? Sepulchral melodies filled with undertones and foreshadowing haunt you, close behind. The specters of your past have almost caught up, to devour this shell you call your skin. You're running out of tricks, and the end is near...have a good one.
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| It was an act of kindness that you warped into something perverted. you assumed the worst and now you made yourself look like an ass. I have nothing but contempt for you. Don't flatter yourself, i could easily do better than your antics and put ons. Leave this the way it is, and kindly never speak to me. I would rather not waste my breath on somebody as pretentious as yourself. thank you very much, and have a nice life.
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