

and these are my chainsi want this wall to come alive so i can show it how it feels to die i would kick and slap and punch and thrust until it felt what i did when you left mommy dearest left me in the streets of a cold dark city blood still fresh on my face warm, scarlet blood against the october chill naked against the concrete my tiny fingers feeling for the first time -and these are my chains
not momy's warm skin not mommy's soft lips grazing the top of my head cold, grainy, wet concrete hidden among the garbage thrown out like a used rusted jagged can there was no use for me, no purpose, no reason l
Shy...
how are you?
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happiness is like peeing your pants, everyone can see it but only you can feel the warmth.
"DUMB LIKE A MOOSE, DIB! DUMB LIKE A MOOSE!!"
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you will not break me
anywhoo,
I just wanted to say hi.
</3 Miss Nia
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Benjerman Conner Green 1988- 2005
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"the scars of early childhood still showing on the skin. necessary evils so the healing can begin."
Good to see that some of you (foreigns) likes Brazil ^^
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Less your body, more your mind and most your heart!
*D70ers ~pakistanis
for the fav on Dear God!
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amazedbygrace
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"as critics scorn the thoughts and works of mortal man, my eyes are drawn to You once again..."
'tis always appreciated ..
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.. L'enfer c'est les autres ..
Jean-Paul Sartre
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