Apr 28
Come on, how could my poem be lost? I wrote it with all my heart....
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Come on, how could my poem be lost? I wrote it with all my heart....
Misery
People always judging me People always laughing at me As I walk down an open road Called misery Road so open, a road so free The only thing trapped on this deserted Highway is me I’m trapped in these white lines Why can’t anyone see? I’m fucking sorry ~Mr. Brightside
Time
Time is a tool you put on the wall It keeps us on track, right on the ball But sometimes time, becomes far too tense And the world around us doesn't make sense
Time teaches us to run and start our crawl Teaches us how to love and steady our fall It's a gift for those who don't know Sometime it's tough and things start to blow
Time comes and it goes It sometimes whistles but always grows. It's here when its rough And it's there when people call your bluff.
Time shows us what great friends we can be All we have to do is open up and see. I am here for me and for you I just hope you're with me too.
Time heals most all things in a slow steady pace Its never going to be such a race. We'll lose loved ones we need desperately We'll find those who fit our chemistry.
Things take time as you should know So lets get ready and make life a show. Take your breaks and falls You're going to always be, right on the ball.
I'm going to fucking bash someone's head in.
First my phone going through the washer and Dryer. Nice whoever did laundry... At least it still works like jfc. Nokia sorcery I tell you but in fact its just a T-Mobile 20$ prepaid phone from walmart.
Now my USB went through the WASHER AND GOD DAMMIT. THAT HAD MY JUGGEY FIC ON IT. MY JOELAY FIC. MY DAMN ANTIMAVIN FIC FOR THE ANON WHO WANTED IT. IT HAD EVERYTHING. EVEN THE GOD DAMN POEM'S I'VE BEEN WRITING FOR THE LAST 5 YEARS. GOD FUCKING DAMMIT TO HELL.
someone shoot me please.
okay... okay... I need to calm down.
Tonight is just not my night.
It... is not my night and I feel horrible.
I can't even access any of the files because it says "corrupted" LIKE GODDAMN.
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Roses are red, violets are blue and Tumblr is being a pain in my ass.