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I write here for myself to keep my thoughts organized about my personal uneventful life and everything
else in between. I speak Engrish for the most part. So if you're a judging close minded asshole or
excessively annoying grammar nazi - fuck you, shut up and go away. This is my place, my rules. Keep
your shoes on.
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Sunday, June 3, 2012 @ 10:53 PM
I had their album on repeat for over a week now...Alive In Wild Paint and Umbrellas; new combination for escape.
Tells me she's got an anxious disease
It's keeping her up from sleep
It's nothing to do with me
Just a pill that she'll always need
She knows not what she's doing
Just that she can't start
All good things in time
Honey, I never realized
Everything was better on it's way
I love you, but I never stayed
Who's to tell of the quiet hell
Cast in your soul, burning you down
A patient too sick to wait
You sought to medicate
You meant to feel better, but all you feel is nothing now
When you take a bow and the curtains close
They will applaud you for playing the role
Of a wretched child with a bleeding nose, an empty stomach, and beautiful clothes Labels: alive, escapism, lyrics, music
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"You see things.
You keep quiet about them.
And you understand."
Everything is mad here.
I’m insane.
My goals?
Haven't thought about it yet.
Have you figured out?
You got it.
I’m a hopeless student.
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I write here for myself to keep my thoughts organized about my personal uneventful life and everything
else in between. I speak Engrish for the most part. So if you're a judging close-minded asshole or
excessively annoying grammar nazi - fuck you, shut up and go away. This is my place, my rules. Keep
your shoes on.
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