

FalseI. I longed to lay my head on you chest Your long artistic fingers Running through my hair As you whispered to meFalse
A French lullaby You said was written only for my ears.
II. You called me an angel once I guess it makes sense I feel faint whenever I hear you speak I understand now, its blood loss From when my wings were ripped off.
III. One time I tried to draw your portrait In all those smears of black charcoal I only got your eyes right The rest was just a blur.
IV. I found all my memories In a locked
xo!
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an antique arms and armor expert
xo!
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an antique arms and armor expert
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an antique arms and armor expert
Though... you know the way, already!
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Revolution starts at learning: if you are not angry, then you are not paying attention.
- Tim McIlrath
Proud member of the Writer's Club [link] and the Ilovephotography's Club [link]
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"Yeah, we all flirt with the tiniest notion
Of self conclusion in one simplified motion
You see the trick is that you\'re never supposed to act on it
No matter how unbearable this misery gets" - The Spill Canvas
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Revolution starts at learning: if you are not angry, then you are not paying attention.
- Tim McIlrath
Proud member of the Writer's Club [link] and the Ilovephotography's Club [link]
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Revolution starts at learning: if you are not angry, then you are not paying attention.
- Tim McIlrath
Proud member of the Writer's Club [link] and the Ilovephotography's Club [link]
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And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.
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はいはい~
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