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- this time we're not giving up...
- if you lie, you don't deserve to have friends...
- this has been said so many times...
- her bone structure screams...
- but i've no more blood to bleed...
- i'm in the business of misery...
- set the stage on fire,
- i'l mend myself before it gets me...
- S.I.N, i S.I.N.
- Unbound...
- we're making fiction of our lives...
- the black parade is dead!
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- what's that ruckus coming through the night?
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1 comment:
baby,
as The Black Hole once said to someone (don't know who, twas one of those facebook listy things), "You don't want to emulate this." Openness like mine is not strength, simply dependence, fear of being alone. Closedness like yours is not stoicism, simply a shield, fear of letting anyone hurt you in the places that you are soft. I get hurt in the soft places too often. Balance. We want balance.
I told her eventually her window would close.
You are seeing him on Friday?
Her window should have...abouuuuttt...till Friday.
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