

Her ThoughtsIn her moment of lust She destroyed so much trust In that so much will die Due to her liesHer Thoughts
She left him standing in the rain
He feels nothing but his pain She left him with the blame So she feels no shame
So much has changed And there is need for exchange For in the end
She could be a friend


Word Vomitcold, shiny, hard plastic coats her heart so none can break it for that they call her a mean girlWord Vomit
as she walks down the hall she tries to stand tall but inside she's breaking
every times she lies she causes a bit of her to die a small price to pay
after all if they knew that she could be so untrue they would see the true her
a girl who is scared, unsure who is nothing more than immature with that she would lose everything
all that would remain would be the pain and shards of cold, shiny, hard plastic


What HappenedThey started to talk about how we will breakWhat Happened
That indeed this had to be fake Two worlds that so quickly collided Only to be so forcefully divided
I kept my secrets so long from you But only to see if you could keep them too I believed in you to do that as I rant Yet in the end I see that you can't
Though you point out every mistake I make with each step I take. Each one becomes more apparent As I slowly become more transparent
Every ackward moment we make Another bit of reality starts to break Everything has become so wrong Only bec
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Reaching out for something
Touching nothing is all I ever do
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Are People Born Wicked? Or Do They Have Wickedness Thrust Upon Them?
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"Little Lotte thought, Am I fonder of dolls or of goblins, or shoes... or of riddles, or frocks... or of chocolates...?"
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