

Keep Your StampsCrumpled movie tickets, worn out teddy bears, birthday cards with faded letters, their purpose fading faster, do you hold anything sacred?Keep Your Stamps
My tears, stricken with your lying lies, fall to the ground and shatter like glass, trickling onto these rummaged through Polaroids, their negatives still clinging onto our once seeming happiness,
Did these pictures steal our love, or was it as fleeting as your eyes, rhythmically bouncing from wayward soul to wayward soul? Pilfered compassion, stolen stares, requiems of days spent with you, cursed to wither away, wander without meaning,
There is


The PuppetMy body is a marionette, Pulled and tugged with strings unseen, By the puppeteer deep inside my mind, His dark bidding unleashed upon my body, His wicked games begin, My body moves, yet I do not will it, His restlessness singes my soul, I cry out in agony and pull against my strings, But it is in vain, for the pressure only cuts me more, The puppeteer is in control, and all my efforts useless, I succumb to his twitches and jerks, And loathe his very being.The Puppet
My efforts come in pills and procedures, But he laughs as they do more harm than good, And as I lo
@_@ I didn't expect somebody with TS to pass by, kick ass!
And about the girl in your class?... she might not catch it, let's just hope she gets herpes.
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