

im here alwaysyour twist my words and their meaning say i stabed you in the back compleatly but if you look you'll see it wasnt me who walked away decieveing all the things you said sweetly and through all you're lies look deeply down below you'll see me and im still here alwaysim here always


ScarsI'll show you mine if you show me yours. Turn inside out your pains and doubt, Bruises on my body in black and blue bliss, Scarlet blood on the floor; scares left on your wrist. Sick of all the times when we promised - We'd never be here again...Not Like This. Bites and scratches unwillingly placed On my body - Will soon createScars
My self-conscious and self-hate. Peoples lectures, and let downs get you
Hopeless, sad, and unfound -Just one drink And you'll make it you think? A cigarette And a hit of dreams, Take It Away Our selfish escape, Take It Away &nbs


Walk on...without meManers are when you learn to take time to wipe your feet before entering a new building...No one wants you to drag in all of that disgusting dirt and all of your old living feelings! So you wipe them off the bottom off your feet and you walk on in; some would call this a brand new begining. A rare few would look back..and even less would take the chance to see...that from the bottom of your shoe what you left behind - is meWalk on...without me

| Love is an overused, under-meant word. Moments are what we live for. Future is just an idea and isn't guaranteed. Religion is a belief that you can't see. Happiness is a hollowness filled with tranquility. Past is a part of you that you'll always keep. I am more than skin deep. |
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Brother mine,
he who cares for the opinion of the multitude will never soar above the crowd.
Letters from the Masters of Wisdom, second series, letter 22, p. 46
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~Your Perfection.
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Brother mine,
he who cares for the opinion of the multitude will never soar above the crowd.
Letters from the Masters of Wisdom, second series, letter 22, p. 46
im so sorry i didn't want to sit in silence?
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~Your Perfection.
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Brother mine,
he who cares for the opinion of the multitude will never soar above the crowd.
Letters from the Masters of Wisdom, second series, letter 22, p. 46
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