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Broken bottles
Bleeding on an empty canvas
Sand coloured red
No life left to dread
Just as ghosts in snow
Who sing their January tunes
But February comes too soon
And the audience is not pleased
And another moment passes
And another note's sung
Just out of reach
Bleeding on an empty canvas
Sand coloured red
No life left to dread
Just as ghosts in snow
Who sing their January tunes
But February comes too soon
And the audience is not pleased
And another moment passes
And another note's sung
Just out of reach
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fear my only friend
When fear is your only hope one can never embrace the solitude of what it means to have no one to share. The thought of this nothing being my everything, leaving me teething at the rings hopeless praying that despair would coddle, me cuddle me smother me into the emptiness of the blackened night. You hope for air but nothing fills those lungs as they compress and struggle to be released from the burden they bare. for you are their everything their beacon in the night the warmth in their heart, but they couldn't care less about the pain of this matriarchy, this prison with no keys to set free the prisoner who they tear asunder with their plundering words that royalty shalt not be bound to the mortality of the sins carr- ied by the soul who is forced to bow down to the weight of the world. But these fears , are not theirs. They need not be accompanied by the fear of failure the fear of desertion, they say only that life is not fair because the one that rules them can not live
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A Poem for April 20th
Leafy love, dense and packed. A floaty, airy feeling of cotton. It lifts the depression and takes the anxiety away. Just to bring them back worse the next day. My vilan, my love, my sweet, sweet indica.
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Heaven and Hell
Sometimes you're in Sometimes you're not Dismissing doubts without a thought Tell a truth Tell a lie It likely won't matter when you die Wake up from fear Heaven is near Cannot be afraid to look in a mirror To see the one who caused that fear Ah, you see You say 'that is me' For that I now care No longer looking for fear Hell is close Heaven is near Remember to live before you die Sometimes you do Sometimes you try Toss up the coin with two head's Bet on tail's To prove you are not dead Nothing is ever in balance That would be impossible Undoable, unfeeling, Undoubtable.
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this is a collab between me and 
as a part of his "Broken Bottles" game, anyone wanna play, it starts in any instant messenger when one part writes "Broken Bottles" and ends once someone ends it! you can make a story, a poem, a song, anything! also... you can change the opening line if it gets tacky ^^
as a part of his "Broken Bottles" game, anyone wanna play, it starts in any instant messenger when one part writes "Broken Bottles" and ends once someone ends it! you can make a story, a poem, a song, anything! also... you can change the opening line if it gets tacky ^^ © 2008 - 2024 Aborro
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Gillar den väldigt mycket... Den låter som något jag skulle citera för mig själv när jag är deprimerad xD