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One Tragedy In Three ActsACT I: Don't move a muscle, I'll be right there. I promised you everything. Just wait by the window, don't return their stares. I'll be home eventually.One Tragedy In Three Acts
This ride is unending, and it's freezing inside-- just like your mother's house. "Twelve months" of a new life; I'll put ours aside... I'll be home "eventually."
Would you agree that I'm not worth it anymore? Or do you even notice the way she puts a smile on my face and makes perfect eye-contact? This is why I'm gone.
ACT II: Never a day goes by that I d
by ~wtfitsRICK
Over the Cuckoo's NestI can't say I've ever fallen this hard, and I know I've never fallen this far. Needless to say, if you don't know who you are, your sense of modesty is rather bizarre. To say my time spent thinking is wasted on you would be to say that I don't like what I do. And you know those words would be mighty untrue. This time, over the cuckoo's nest I flew.Over the Cuckoo's Nest
I've been thinking, thinking about you (probably too much). You've been wishing; I've been wishing (wishing that yours would come true).
Now, I don't know if there will come a day when I get the chance
by ~wtfitsRICK
ForbiddenDo you remember when we were talking, sitting on my mother's couch? You told me that you liked it. You turned to me and said, "I know. This distance is alarming." And it won't be tolerated. Sarah, we can run away; we'll join a convent and the likes of all our idols. I'll follow suit- whatever you might do is faultless.Forbidden
You can follow me into the darkness, and I won't mind. You can even hold my hand while you're at it, and I won't mind.
Do you remember when we were talking? You were at your sister's house, and you told
by ~wtfitsRICK
Five Floors DownThe chilly air in this room is lulling me to sleep. There's breakfast five floors down, but its magnetism's weak. There're signs all around informing me of things I'd rather not do. Repeatedly, I see the same faces I don't know. Conversation never strikes. Like a burnt-out match, I die.Five Floors Down
Every time I put a pen to paper, I find it hard to say something truthful. Every time I sing my praises, I know it won't be heard.
There's an unpleasantness that comes with all this heat. This new room isn't where I'd like to be
by ~wtfitsRICK
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"We should all have hope and look towards the day where man realizes the sounds exiting his mouth are mostly complaints and a change occurs."
I am very rarely on here, so I'm surprised I actually got this. haha.
You should talk to me on teh myspace sometimes.
i will do that then
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"We should all have hope and look towards the day where man realizes the sounds exiting his mouth are mostly complaints and a change occurs."
omg haii
8).
I'm still not sleeping, I should go do that.
*flail*
<3
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u have niceee pic`s too ! god job !
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