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For Aaronlost souls wand'ring by that is what we call our lifeFor Aaron
no one gets it no one knows how do we live in a world of hell
people wonder people die we don't understand but we can still try
it doesn't have to end with the slice of a blade a shooting of a gun a feeling of hate
no one gets it no one knows how do we live with no place called home
with love and kindness we can show them the way we can give them new hope perhaps a reason to stay
there's more than this mome
When The Curtain FallsBlue dawn carrying you home Blue touches blue, Black hearted flowers blossom.When The Curtain Falls
Ladybugs clinging to the stars Young soul; little legs, big heart, Barbwire hugs clung to your veins.
All things fall, I close my eyes, Silent apologies. Listening to my heart rise too his height, Silence makes you want to feel This were a different world.
Fluffy soft pillows, Reminding you of whispers and hugs. Flailing red ribbons, Reminding you of forgotten lines.
Blue dawn carrying you home Blue touches blue, Black hearted flowe
The Oracle
long time no see
Joy
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MakingTheLittleThingsCount™
i'll try to be better about it though.
):
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"I would rather write her a song, because songs don't wait to resolve... Stories wait for endings, but songs are brave things bold enough to sing when all they know is darkness."
--Jamie Tworkowski
[[To Write Love On Her Arms]]
very much middle of nowhere.
(:
how've things been around civilization?
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"I would rather write her a song, because songs don't wait to resolve... Stories wait for endings, but songs are brave things bold enough to sing when all they know is darkness."
--Jamie Tworkowski
[[To Write Love On Her Arms]]
people = drama
not my cup of tea
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