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Permanent ImpactFor being my turnaround, my karmic justice. For being my knight in shining armor, my loser in aluminum.Permanent Impact
For being there for me and truly caring for my well being.
For thinking I deserve to be happy and for loving me and all my faults.
For making me fall in love with you, for kissing me in the rain, for singing me love songs.
For watching whatever film I throw on and for not watching whatever background noise may be on.
For laying on my floor and looking into my eyes and holding my hand.
For giving me a smile that wont go away.
For being the last thing I think about at night and the motiva
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Fleece.They cuddled together, overly hot under warm fleece and false heat.Fleece.
They talked about life, the world, and all its painful flaws.
They toyed and teased and played their games with on another.
They placed their hands on each other and faked calm.
They inched their heads closer and nearer still, near touching.
They kissed soft lips and acted like it meant nothing.
They were right,
It meant nothing.
by ~star42430
Poison.Drink the poison, child, Drink the poison slow.Poison.
Feel the poison rushing, Drowning, gushing, Down your reluctant throat.
Taste the poison, child, Taste the bitter metal drink. Watch it fill your mouth, Warming, burning, Scarring your poor self.
Drop the poison, child. Drop the poison quick. Realize you've made an error, Deadly, fatal, Break the vial of your doom.
But it's too late child, But the effects are here. Note your heartbeat, Fading, dieing, Was it worth it, child?
by ~star42430
Perfect. ...And as she stared down at the grass, green and wet and stuck to the dirty white tips of her old shoes, she shut her eyes tight, hoping that it would keep the tears back. She had fucked up. She swore under her breath nonstop, looking up at the dimming blue sky and trying to regain her composure. Fuckfuckfuck. She was a fuck up, always was and always would be.Perfect.
Never perfect, never even close. She was informed of painful fact far too often. She bit down on her soft inner cheek, hard. Her eyes were still welling up. She bit
by ~star42430
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- Current Residence: My room.
- Interests: Interesting things
- Favourite genre of music: Rock
- Favourite poet or writer: Douglas Adams
- Favourite game: Life. Like the one we're living.
- Personal Quote: "Live and learn. It's only a mistake if you fail to learn from it."
- Tools of the Trade: Camera, photoshop, mind, laptop.
- Email: heeeresbarbara@yahoo.com
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