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Everything I can think of.I promised all the cliches you can think of. Two words ended it. Fuck you.Everything I can think of.
Now I've got the closure I was looking for. Not only closed, but locked.
But the best part? Hold on tight, because it was my fault. for once, right?
Its tragic, yet its true. Now don't let him ruin this town for you.
by ~WhySophy
Cora Alexandra Mye noticesCora Alexandra Mye Sunk deeper into the large red marshmallow of a chair, she felt the bindings of where the leather was sewn together press against her lower back, slowly bruising. Her bangs hung like burgundy curtains over her big midnight eyes, slanted at an awkward angle. Her eye liner was smeared from crying at all the wrong moments and her face was slightly red, recovering from a blush caused by the relinquishing of thoughts from her little crazy brain.Cora Alexandra Mye notices
The esteemed doctor sat in her cold metal chair. Pretending not to judge the poor girl. Life had rung the little thing rigid. And now here she was, where
by ~WhySophy
Allow the escapeWhen I burned the papers, I saw your eyes. When the smoke subsides, the quiet cries.Allow the escape
And he doesn't remember but he just can't forget.
The swept up fate, when the wind blown set.
Well now he's never been good, The girl wouldn't accept. Now its far too late, her heart he's kept.
They say its under his bed, in a locked up safe, Find the numbers, to allow the escape.
by ~WhySophy
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NarcissisticYou're just not in love with me anymore and I always let you blame me, never admitting that it's really all your fault.Narcissistic
I guess when you asked if it was over, I should have told the short and simple truth. But I've just always been a lonely soul.
My dreams don't let you touch me anymore; you give me no reason to give my love, but yet demand it from me anyway.
I've grown bored of your lies and too-tired excuses, and how you gave up on me easily because you're too sick and fucked up, to try.
It was an act of slow sabotage when you smothered
by ~LostAndInsecure
Devonwith eyes too blue to be alive she thumps against the gate of Earth her halo is soldered to her skull and she's a nuisance to all but me her voice rolls like lightning on the sea and she carries a fractal of dreams etched into a mountainside forest where blood is the name of the game “care for the dead, lest they rot and care for the living, lest they die” is what her mother always said but you can make your own rules on your own when the roadside is your lover and you speak in buckshot store clerks are so easy to talk to she thinksDevon
by ~AmbiguousManatee
DARESwallow. Once, twice, not again. Pills, drugs, they’re all the same to her. Plethora of pills. Rainbow of drugs. One for now, maybe one for later. Maybe two today, maybe three tomorrow. Mmm. This one makes life fuzzy and soft. A blanket of some material she cannot name. Fleece? No… Cashmere? Maybe… maybe. Maybe just cotton. Too stoned to tell.DARE
by ~Kyasurin-Chan
"Suicide Pact"(We're silent in her room.)"Suicide Pact"
She's wearing a baby Blue Shirt. We already know how its gonna work... I can see her heart pounding in her chest, but her eyes assure me this is whats best.
We fallow the plan,
a grand romantic gesture,
all our trust in each other, fingers on the triggers.
We cross arms, touch lips, put the barrels to our jaws,
on the count of 3... we paint the walls.
by =stratkat
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