To Find YourselfPart of me is lost I've looked for ages Only to find memories and things tossed Love and romance, gore galore Mixed with feelings and things tormented Words and signs, never vented Lost soul, look in the past You've lost yourself in your faded tracks You've tried at life without this one last piece Save yourself, to say the least The world won't turn with half-empty produce What else do you have to lose? Just reach back Relax Find yourselfTo Find Yourself
Humming AloneThink about me Until it becomes unbearable Because I've done all the wondering here The lonely voice inside my head calls out urges, surprising me, and comprimises without your touch Yet it needs you, it imagines you, It creates you when I need you mostHumming Alone
When I need to have someone close Love is difficult when it is one sided
For when I'm humming by myself I am waiting for your own raucous tone To help create a blissful melody
GoYou tell me that the world can't hurt me You don't know how much you've hurt me Not on purpose, not for reasons There is something happening here Let us shot out loud and clearGo
Go Your embrace is my own carapace But your innocent actions I have to pay Your word is good Your doings are not Down with the system, up with the carapace
You try and tell me that you've loved me That doesn't fill the wounds I've held Too many things are clicking here Too many things have become my fears And
You Don't Believe All the damage you've
| My name is Bridget. I am a procrastinator. I have a fetish for short hair. Thank yoo. |
Let's Do The Time-Warp Again~
Artistic
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write about it.
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... said the flying satanist, eating a piece of jello.
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i'm not afraid to die. but i'm afraid to dry./
"Je ne suis pas d’accord avec ce que vous dites, mais je me
battrai jusqu’? la mort pour que vous ayez le droit de le dire"
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... said the flying satanist, eating a piece of jello.
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No I don't like Alistair Darling but I bloody love his eyebrows.
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... said the flying satanist, eating a piece of jello.
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‘’From birth man carries the weight of gravity on his shoulders.....but man has to only sink beneath the surface and he is free.’’
(Jacques Cousteau)
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... said the flying satanist, eating a piece of jello.
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