tdoc210

dont be to harsh, lol its for school
its basically a mash up of my shiity ideas and emotions lol
richard cory, went home and put a bullet through his head!
the strain
its like me
and you
and the
whole world
in
two
take me
by the hand
and we can see into each other dimly lit
fading memoirs of
fake
dreams
of life
and nothing
said happy
lie
and beautiful eyes
the beautiful eyes of s December frost that takes
away the last life then scurries
the deepest tint of life is inside
my voice it strains
its me not you
and i cant even talk and the evening of
the ides will bring the pain to
the hearts of mo one
because
there is no one here
but me
and if the songs weren't so depressing
and the bull**** cliche
of angst and sorrow
too bad it fits perfect into everyone

no one know
what it feels likes
to be behind the wall
of sleep

ive always loved
but not as much as this

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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that.