| sometimes dreams are worse than reality |


Don'tDon't ever tell me I make everyone around me cry. Truth is the only one i force to cry is myself. sometimes it's nice to know that i can still feel the tears.Don't
I'm tired of being told what to say I'm not your puppet. I'm not a doll. get used to disappointment.
You can stop picking out my clothes now. I'd rather go naked then be forced to comply. I'm not a child. you made sure i would never be a child.
Do you ever wonder what it would be like? if for once you really acted like the mother, paid the bills, did the dishes, instead of forcing me


beauty peagents and guns+rosesShe has dreams full of beauty pageants and homecoming queens, flowing dresses and envious hair. But they're just dreams, and as much as she wishes they could be her reality, she knows the pieces won't fit.beauty peagents and guns+roses
Her life is full of broken teeth and golf ball bruises, bleeding lips and scars form burns. She can't remember the last time she went to school happy. Or the last time she had a friend. Homecoming is for silver nights. And stoic faces are for golden days.
He has dreams of guns and roses death bed words and screaming men. His nightmares ne


First kiss "kiss crossword"Kiss. K I S S The K is for khemistry. spelled without the c and with the addition of the k because unlike chemistry a kiss is never easy and isn't a subject you attempt to pass in school. The I is for intimidating, because no matter if it's the first or the last it has effects that no one thinks about until they matter,First kiss "kiss crossword"
if that makes any sense. The S is for seductive, because a kiss always leaves you wanting more. And the second S, because kiss wouldn't be kiss without it, stands for simple. While a kiss is complicated emotionally and has so many expect


tomorrow "paper girl"The bus drove on in the middle of the night, the radio playing some foreigner, and the lights, they were all pitch black, except for the one in the back corner.tomorrow "paper girl"
She sat staring, right out the window, no pencil circles under her eyes, and the paper thin girl that everyone knew, crossed her fingers and watched the sun rise.
She's crushed paper hearts and tried paper smiles, she'd cut paper hair and bruised paper skin. She'd cried paper tears and cured paper colds, she'd breathed paper air and wore paper wings.
She'd hugged paper people in various towns,


Edward.I think, At some point, Everyone dreams of finding.. An Edward. Someone whose name you call, or whisper. And he's right there waiting. Someone who hums a lullaby, And holds you close, as you drift off. Someone who seems to just glitter, in the Sunlight, Whose eyes are often Topaz, Warm, And Reassuring. Someone who takes you to dinner, And ignores the pretty waitress. Someone who follows you, Watches you always, Secretly, Just to be sure.. You're always okay. Someone Romantic, Yet has a good sense of humor. Someone Ancient, Yet YouEdward.


Night SongShow yourself to me again. Let me trace your features Where memory is afraid to hide, And the battle of words Knows a prolonged and easy peace.Night Song
Teach me what is brilliant In the dull surprise of unsung notes And a heart too full of magic To know its own mind Or find its way back To the first ease of our beginning.
Speak to me in your riddles And mysteries Those enthralling syllables Whose meaning you have stolen And wear like a silken skin Around your naked thoughts Lest I pluck them from you.
Take me in slow inches
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"Forgive and forget. I forgot."
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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'A burnt child loves fire' - Oscar Wilde
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The most successful serial killer of all time, is time itself.
Just thought Id depress you.
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you'd rather be, loved for someone,
someone that your not,
than hated, for who you really are.
hopefully one day you'll find yourself
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