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Stay Bubblywell she's saying pretty words, as she's thinking pretty thoughts, she's flashing pretty smiles, as she's holding pretty hands, she's dancing pretty steps, as she's singing pretty songs, she's telling pretty jokes, as she's making pretties laugh, but maybe she's not so pretty on the inside.Stay Bubbly


i never noticedi never noticed how pretty your smile is, including your braces i never notice how perfect your hair was, especially the days you didnt straighten it i never noticed how your voice made me smile, even when it got all whiny i never noticed how much you made me laugh, like the times when you were completely serious i never noticed how much i needed 'best friends forever' to last, but an eternity is an extremely short time, especially for someone who doesnt notice anything.i never noticed


Tali's Aftermathi was never good enough for you, so what was the point of you being there? you had no reason to stay true, so obviously you didn't care.Tali's Aftermath
of all the things you saw that day, why was that one the only one that mattered? can't you see that i'm not okay, that all the heart i have left is shattered?
we came apart like your split ends, and i was left alone, discarded. why am i always the one left to pretend, the one who always ends up broken-hearted?
| this is like my favoritest poem evurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Uhm, yah. |


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There's something I like about bridges. I especially like bridges if they are fragile. If they look like they are made of ropes and blanks which are decades old, then I love them. I just found one of those bridges. One of those I love.
It had the most excellent location, it's weak and long body lied over a long, very long gap. At the bottom of this gap, was a raging stream located. If someone fell... Death would be certain. And death for me is... lunch. And I was starving! Or at least, it felt so. I've had a meal roughly a week ago when I ate my way through a cemetery. The locals did not like it, neither d


Saxophone, trees and moonlightI have heard you play your saxophone late at night; your languid notes permeate the foliage-fingers outside my window, and keep me from my sleep.Saxophone, trees and moonlight
The moonlight is thin, the clustered trees, dense; and still you play your saxophone
and still I seek you, though I cannot see you, I am hatching plans,
and three trees are already gone:
One, large, has been felled by a storm; its trunk had been rotten for some time. Uprooted now from its platonic soil-embrace, it withers in exposure. (And still you play your saxophone).
Another has died from a
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