addiction
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Roses Roses lined with golden powder So beautiful So pure So deceiving The spell is upon me Can I make it to my ever-retreating door of freedom or will these colors once again keep me? On my pony I fly by my life and laugh The colors are so sharp I am really seeing it all I love my invisible pony I can do… Read more
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The water blows across the sea rippling and distorting my reflection of me,The summer sun sets and the winter moon rises,Hiding away sin in its millions of disguises,During all of this I just happen to see a faraway person watching over me,The far away watcher of me is broken inside,The gaping hole in her chest… Read more
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What is hope?A dying ember that ebbs and flows on the flame of life.What is hope?The end of me?The last touch of fingertips before a plummet to an inevitable death.What is hope?The death of me.The birth of my all-encompassing despair.What is hope?But a curse.A binder to a life I do not wish for.A chain to… Read more
Losing Alaska 