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i'm your favourite scar

between two lungs

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Dear self,i love to watch you struggle.but i hate to see you cry.

now that you're home, won't you rescue me? i've been trying so hard to be good again.

i had the greatest faith in fools... i turned my back and out came the wolves.

You're a wolf.

keep the blood in your head.

My head is a storm.

Everyone else is either asleep or having sex. I've been watching cable television and eating jello.

your tongue is a rudder

back when my thoughts weren't entirely intact.

in time you'll taste all the salt in my lungs.

I keep losing everyone.

with the ash of our friends in our lungs.

he took my bones and he turned them into bread.

not in sight but in mind/heart

my imperfections complete me

vαlεητiηε.

"Get Lost," "Be All You Can't Be,"

and "Wish You Weren't Here"

.Childrin R Skary

♥I'm a ghost girl I am haunting in my own worldIt's fun Not to answer to no oneI'm a ghost girl, I'm a ghost gir

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Forgetting I exist is easier than acknowledging my failures

There were some buildings. There were these really tall buildings. And they could walk. Then there were some vampires. One of the vampires bit the tallest building and his fangs broke off. Then all of his other teeth fell out. The vampire started crying. And then all the other vampires said, "Why are you crying? Aren't those just your baby teeth?" And he said, "No, those are my grown-up teeth." And the vampires knew that he couldn't be a vampire anymore so they left him.The End.

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nótese la magnitud de mi trauma que nisiquiera puedo decir su nombre, siempre me refiero a "él" en tercera persona

I don't belong living in your precious memories

I`m always a mess. I can never keep my own secrets. I laugh too hard at stupid things. My favorite songs can make me cry. I always watch for 11:11, but I miss it more than I notice it. I live in the past, in the memories I have with the people I love. I hate thinking about reality and I`m so homesick that it`s not even funny. But not homesick in a missing my house kind of way...maybe it`s more like heartsick for all the things that I can`t get back. It`s hard for me to define myself. I guess I`m just a cliche--the girl who loved too hard and didn`t get anything in return. I don`t want to be the heroine in some tragic love story...I just want the one person who has never given me a second thought.

'You make me beautiful'

Having to ask someone if you made out with them the night before is awesome. Having to ask several people is awesomer.

If ur going to speak to your baby super loud in annoying baby talk do it in a sound proof room cause aint nobody wanna hear that shit

Pero si El no está con migo, esto se parece a un mes de diciembre porque es oscuro y frío.
Casi todas las canciones que escribí son sobre él.
Antes yo era la que que trabajaba en una relación, pero ahora El trabaja todo el tiempo y esto es difícil para mí. Quise conseguir su atención. Entonces El contestó: 'No porque este ocupado significa que no te amo.'

Yo sabía eso,por eso yo no quería que suba a ese avión. Yo queria que de quede. Y eso es lo de que 'Stay' se trata.

Es el más fresco, me pongo a escribir canciones para las personas que son importantes para mí.