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True Love True Love, like any other strong and addicting drug, is boring.True Love by ~user-friendly
once the tale of encounter and discovery is told,
kisses quickly grow stale and caresses tiresome. . .except
of course, to those who share the kisses, who give and take
the caresses while every sound and color of the world
seems to deepen and brighten around them.
As with any other strong drug, true first love is really
only interesting to those who have become its prisoners.
And, as is true for another strong and addicting drug, true first love
is dangerous.
Should I Stay If I died, would you even know?Should I Stay by ~user-friendly
Just one little bullet, one single blow.
What am I to you, except a pain.
If I were dead, you would probably gain.
Am I the only one who feels this way?
Should I go on to see another day?
I\'m confused, my life\'s a mess.
With death, comes no stress.
Would anyone even cry?
I bet all eyes would stay dry.
Sometimes I wish I could end it-
If death was meant for me...
I wish God would send it.
Can I Leave Life was so easyCan I Leave by ~user-friendly
When I was small
But now that I\'m grown
It\'s not easy at all
My parents are fighting
I hear them call each other names
Every time they get mad
I\'m the one they blame
I hear my mom scream in pain
As she is struck by my dad
I remember thinking to myself
\"Boy, he must be mad\"
I hear him start to come to find me
My body fills with fear
I hear his footsteps stop, and think
\"Oh, no! He\'s almost here!\"
The doorknob slowly turns around
I dive under my bed
That was the moment I realized
That my mom was dead
All went dead quiet
I thought he had gone
I peeked out from under the bed
But oh, had I thought w
Can I Leave Life was so easyCan I Leave by ~user-friendly
When I was small
But now that I\'m grown
It\'s not easy at all
My parents are fighting
I hear them call each other names
Every time they get mad
I\'m the one they blame
I hear my mom scream in pain
As she is struck by my dad
I remember thinking to myself
\"Boy, he must be mad\"
I hear him start to come to find me
My body fills with fear
I hear his footsteps stop, and think
\"Oh, no! He\'s almost here!\"
The doorknob slowly turns around
I dive under my bed
That was the moment I realized
That my mom was dead
All went dead quiet
I thought he had gone
I peeked out from under the bed
But oh, had I thought w
When Society and Self Collide Was I never among your ilk, your breed,When Society and Self Collide by ~user-friendly
the cruel reforms of society?
Oh I was among the scavenger of my day,
the manic breeze which stung my face
The faulty lines I traced and retraced.
I could transcend your haunting dreams,
the ones you tucked away, it seems.
When the darkness becomes more prominent,
my once blinding eye begins to see.
You let me writhe and dance
When I struggled to breathe.
Watched with satisfaction
When saline tears burned my cheeks.
And I never felt more alive,
Than the night my heart grew still
I was speechless.
Mindless actions could never so easily break my will.
Sometimes the truth seems easy to com
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