"Don't wanna be rude but I have to.
Nothing's good about the hell you put me through.
I just need to look around, see the life that has come unbound.
And you're so cynical, narcissistic cannibal.
Got to bring myself back from the dead."
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"Sometimes... I hate... the life I made.
Everything's wrong everytime.
Pushing on I can't escape,
Everything that comes my way, is haunting me, taking it's sweet time.
Holding on I'm lost in a haze, fighting life till the end of my days."
Nothing's good about the hell you put me through.
I just need to look around, see the life that has come unbound.
And you're so cynical, narcissistic cannibal.
Got to bring myself back from the dead."
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"Sometimes... I hate... the life I made.
Everything's wrong everytime.
Pushing on I can't escape,
Everything that comes my way, is haunting me, taking it's sweet time.
Holding on I'm lost in a haze, fighting life till the end of my days."
Δ∂αм✣Яαʏиɛ✣βℓακɛ
♂/18/Single/January 23rd 1993
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- I could feel the girl watching me, even though my eyes were closed and covered with ragged hair I could still feel her eyes flicking to me every now and again. I could also hear the slight sniffle she made and the muffled rustle of her clothing as she dried her tears, and I felt the atmosphere around her change, more tense, and almost dissaproving. She seemed interesting, but at the same time boring and I decided I didn't and wasn't going to talk to her unless she talked first and I doubted she would.
I lost myself in my music, popped my earbuds in and tuning the teacher out. It wasn't until I heard the muffled. "Hi" that my eyes flicked open and I turned my dark brown eyes to the girl across from me. She was trying to talk to me. I guess I could talk too, even if I didn't want too because I was trying to sap the rest out of my high before I burned out again. I pulled an earbud out, and brushed my hair away from eyes. Revealing the tattooed word "Out!" To her, exclamation point and all. "Sup den?" I replied setting my dark eyes on her own lighter ones. "You are?"
"Яather βe Ɖead Ƭhan Ɔool."