

LegacyAnd when nothing appears, and the search for anything continues We miss the something in front of us Hiding in shadows If only light were ever to breathe on its gentle face.Legacy
Legacy is writing your name is wet cement. I tried it once; they smoothed it out again.


The Promised Article.His soft, shaking fingers Slid down the worn steel strings that burnt his fingers. Outside the moon bashfully smiled through his window in great thick slices of soft light. This was the time he loved. This was the time he thought of her. He pictured her at the times when he saw her beauty, beside which everything seemed bleak. He preferred her in her pyjamas, with un-brushed hair and a sincere lack of makeup. He preferred her soul rather than her breathtaking face. Smiling, he crossed his legs up to his chest, gripping his mug between both hands and taking a gulp from his mug of lemon tea. He propped his guitar up against hiThe Promised Article.


Leaky.Sometimes I think that maybe I’m the only person in the whole world Who thinks things that make them wonder. Like What if clothes were never invented? And what if everybody’s name was Alison? Even the boys? And why did God create Hitler?Leaky.
And why does everyone fuss over sliced bread? ‘Cause I can think of a billion other things that are better than sliced bread. Like pillows and Ben Gibbard. And the times when you can sleep in until two in the afternoon. But. Never mind my thoughts. It seems to always be about my thoughts.
That’s why I sometimes get worried w


Pretty Lies.I’m very sorry, sorry like I can’t breathe too good and it hurts a lot.Pretty Lies.
I’m sorry that it hurt me lots, because it wasn’t my fault and now you’re on your own.
Because trust is a funny thing when it stabs you twice trust…it’s such a funny thing.
I’m very sorry I believed it all and I’m very sorry that maybe I will never hear those pretty lies again.
But maybe one day I will be wonderful like her.


On Objectives And GoalsYesterday I saved up all the oxygen particles I breathed And sent them to you in a big box. Two days later it was sent backOn Objectives And Goals
With big bold letters marked ‘Return To Sender’ But I can no longer tell if there is any air left inside.
Outside there is a man taking photos of the sky He wears dark sunglasses
And when I ask him what he is doing he tells me ‘The human eye never looks above its own height’.
We sit on the top of the lowest tower And he points at the girl below and says ‘This is the definition of beauty and truth, With shining purity, Like fog b
.Ophelia.
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Be Happy In What You Do And Nothing Else Can Stop You
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Be Happy In What You Do And Nothing Else Can Stop You
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Life is the time spent sifting through mediocre moments in search of those which are extraordinary.
It's LIZZIEBUTT.
like how are you and stuff??
geez i reeeally have to get my butt online more often.
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L a c u n a p o o s . . .
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Take me with you..
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Im sorry im not as hardcore as you!!!
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Im sorry im not as hardcore as you!!!
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Open Your Eyes
Cause Somebody Loves You . . .
...*cough*...
ADD ME!!!
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My sweet revenge will be yours for the taking,
its in the making
--Neale--
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