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Why do I do this to myself? I push myself to be fit Yet I can't always do it on my own. Do I even love myself anymore? First it's my job now it's the gym, My only other happy place.
My mind is a computer, It plays games, Process information, Turns to power-saving mode. But if this is true, Then what are my disorders? They are flash drives,
Hi! my name is… unimportant Hi! My name is… unneededHi! My name is..nothing it means nothing It is Obsolete at this point there is no going back
She acts like she has a hard shell but..... In all actuality she's dying inside from the challenges life throws her Sometimes she feels alone fearing that god dosent see nor hear her
It's too bad I'm not a mas-o-chisttie me down like i asked-for-this I'm screamingI'm strandedAbdicatedAbandoned No. Free. Will.
Salt is an accessory, not to be consumed aloneBut, salt is bitterShrewd white crystals that should be used in moderationBut I ate too muchClumps grasp at the walls of my throat
There is a mess, a clutter, a crowd that she found, A thing that we run from that follows her around. A climax, a friction, a trick that she believed- A gift that she thought that she had received.
Sydney sees herself shrinking shy faded I see Sydney shining Incongruous juxtaposition but untied in that temple She sits a goddess sunny throne snakes of gold Sydney sees herself
How do you see what you see? Nothing you describe, describes me Who do you think of, When lookin' at me? What is this woman's name? I want to give her my blessings You're too good for me
I am the object of your affection tantalizing your obsessions To you I am an image to some I am a mirage To me I am nothing Shoot me because I am beautiful Capture my flesh within each pixel
Stand up Take a stand Take a stand for who? A stand for me? A stand for you? A stand for maybe even us? Who is me? Who is you? Who is us? We are who we choose to be.
You never got to know me. You would never even try. You told me that you would rather I just go home and die.
You know, I was upset from everything that I read All I saw was red, when I made myself bled, bled, Bleed 'til I die But I don't want to die, I've been blessed with this life, I need to stay alive
Remember all the pain. You can't forget something that's always on your skin. You look down at the scars and remember the knife going in. Don't forget all the times they beat you till you cried.
That awkward moment when somebody walks through you like your not even there They don't even bump you they just walk right through you And it only gets worst Her name is Crystal and i thought I could trust her