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The part I'm most familiar with is also the part I get lost in the most.

I want to make the colour of you, don't worry bout my amount of blue.

I spill my guts I wish you did the same My heart been on my sleeve I know u seen Ain't that why u came at me? Man of your dreams Knight with dents in armor But underneath you could never see The amount of gold harbored beneath Every clique I disregard But put them in bars And maybe you'll see past my scars Information I crave That smile I crave That laugh I stay awake Thinking of how I can keep it going I could learn how to make the color of you But you to worried bout my blue

its-always-funny

goryhorror

Godmachine

In many ways I hate myself. In many ways I see us doing better. That's what I wanted for everyone. The pain that you cause you never see so yourself. Your actions, your words. I don't believe you when you say sorry. I believe you feel you don't need to be sorry. That belief has stayed strong in my heart. It put weight on me, it makes me want to show you how great life can be. And that's what I want. The greatness I've found in myself without substance, without religion, and with support. I want to give. But it seems as though its not important to you. And that's okay. Life is a singular journey. I wish I was appreciated for being the different one. I wish I had the pat on the back, and given the blind eye. I have sorrow in my heart too. I know death hurts you too. But the times I asked to talk, that's when you were most blind. I wanted to poor my heart out too. I believe you don't care now. And that's okay. I've found people who do care. And blood don't matter. I hope life is good to you, and the moons after.

I wish u could already be found The pick me up when in feeling down Girl I wish u were around Pick me up from this ground

dyrus

i like how the first person mentioned in the article is me remember to always be a BigBrother my friends

Give me the right kind of torture

Port Nolia

Brain become high from exchange of personal space I'm scared to give mine away Torturous paranoia Never practice turning the other cheek I'm a control freak I'm not self crucial I'm self cruel You ever burn yourself for speaking a truth out loud? Middle of the crowd and all eyes on you now All I said was I have a problem with drinking I don't trust myself after November 1st I ever get a craving Might as well practice hang man Shit I'd be 7/12th of losing Or is it winning? Made myself all or nothing I take connections and energies serious Time the best thing to give on earth These trust issues put that in question You couldn't buy my love for 6mill times 99 I have a fear that even my son will cross me I'm just saying what's on mah minde...