icarus and i give you my life. i am being so serious i think he’d be so pretty in your art style
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icarus and i give you my life. i am being so serious i think he’d be so pretty in your art style
Ok 🔥 🔥 🔥
Christine..
This is your daily reminder to pick up Jackson's Diary
maybe i’ll let this out into the world for a bit
THOSE WERE THE DAYS
Those days,We used to be In "Hurrays",We used to be All "Yays"
Playin with Clays,
With all of the Sun Rays,
Holding the Food Trays,
With all of those Not Okays,
Where are those days,
Spending time In projects and Essays,
I don't wanna Decay,I love The Dogs that are Stray,
Fragrances comin Outta those Sprays,
It seems now,I'm travelling like An Array,
I just wish Happiness to everyone always in All Ways,
Although for a more Rich guy She Betrays,
At some points,I really used to wait for Paydays,
So many ways Have I found Dismays..
All the Old pictures I replay,
I love the Railways,
We all want Holidays,
There used to be Weekdays and Workdays,
I wanna Travel somewhere Roadways,
Sometimes From the People All I want is Hideaways,
Remembering The Yesterdays,
Sometimes Being Close,It still feels Away,
I would forget mine,But I could never forget Her Birthday,
I still dreamt of her Walkin through the Aisleways,
My Brain Displays all of this,
I think of All Of this Everyday,
So many Of Doomsdays,
All the World really does is play With your feelings,
Anyways,
They all told it was Friday,
But it doesn't matter what Day..
All you gotta do is To make The Best of Today
I was Back Home with The Long Walk-a-Way,
I wished She Was There,But Noone would Stay,
Together on the Bed,We would Lay,
I still Really Got a Long Way,
REALLY MISS THOSE TIME'S,
COZ THOSE WERE THE DAYS..
The illustration is pretty accurate honestly
Everyone knows of pain but no one knows misery like your bestfriend. They share with you an unbreakable secert a bound between two story tellers who know untold tales the world will never fathom. Together they know every secert, every broken heart, every unexplained idea and random spure of the moment thought that many wouldn't understand. The bound between best friends is overly infinite. Only they seem not to try to avoid the past with all the flaws you created of yourself inside your own mind of wanting to be isolated and alone. They seem to get the words you never said and the sounds you make instead of explaining your in need. Bestfriends have a bound like you and me.
The words typed, untyped and typed again are hard to really comperhend, but I came to save lost Alice to far from wonderland. The sky is blurry and the king went away. The queen has caused mischief insnaring this pain. All the white rabbits and talking plants can't fix the lose of a prince, but maybe I can. So the king disappeared and the queen is a wreck but wonderland is far from a mess. Its got potential if you clip up the thrones. The garden is beautiful dispite of these storms. You find trusting the changes, hard and fearing the thoughts kept up at night . Inspite of all this you still try to fight. Fight past the cards that are bent and the Croquet left unplayed. You stand up for the twins and the oysters and play with the Hatter on your better of days. The hare and the mouse are as triblent in belief in fighting a cause,just like me. Of the thoughts that make us feel lost. So finding Alice is my concern in wonderland eat me and drink this are just words on a paper. The action that backs them is not in your favor. So strugglings hard and this tale has dragged on..... so I'll be here to help figure out how we can impossibly move on.
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