

stories of misfortunenameless shadows passing by better keep yourself alive get up and go to work now better spend your money quickstories of misfortune
you stood there all alone in the center of the crowd please don't get pulled in because soon I would follow


we made up timethey say time's a healer but time does us wrong time taught me to distrust time changed who I was time changed my state of mind what a waste of time to honour time these dayswe made up time


dreams of commitmentsaw true human nature been with girls of the night but once had this dream perspective changed within a flash talking to an empty phone as I lay on a bed of roses the agony of being alone kept me on my feetdreams of commitment
happy times

Fourth Hundred Theme, DarkRiveting sounds blow a whistle tune An engraved stone of past memories Brought up from the sand You need not remind me of a tortured soul Or that dubious fool .Fourth Hundred Theme, Dark
Break, a splinter of wood A sly crevice, imerging heartless thoughts And as I rot through my metallic flesh Howling regrets linger near
Not that you deserve whats coming to you Not that that makes it any less feasible to desire I am rot To The
Bone I am stealth, sizzling internal You arent to view this little scene Still you pin it on your wall Of
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"Please. Don't finish that sentence...
I'm imagining what it would be like,
to be the words hanging from your lips... ♥" Gaaah! Amazing!
And
"Lo, the heart
where sin is sadly knocking."
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suddenly it's clear to see it's not them but me, who has lost my self-identity. As I try to hide behind my poetry
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B I T G R A P H I C S
visit to my 3DM3 GALLERY [link]
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What I heard is not what I hear
I can see the signs but they're not very clear
© Noel Gallagher
you earned it
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suddenly it's clear to see it's not them but me, who has lost my self-identity. As I try to hide behind my poetry
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