

DisgustI hate being this angry I hate the fact thatDisgust
I’m starting to hate you. It’s not logical; I know that what happened Was partly my fault too.
But you started it You’re more cunning than I thought you were You’re bewitching, Absolutely wretched, Acting cherubic Just to get your way.
You pathetic creature.
I hate that. I hate the fact that I can be so easily manipulated By one such as you.
I should have remembered What I already knew, That what I originally thought of you Is surely true Just an


EndingSometimes I’m haunted by the shadows under your eyes by your disregard for everything but your own pathetic existence.Ending
I remember when you’d call me and complain about your life you’d let me know I was so much better off I could hear the contempt in your voice maybe that should have been a warning.
I’ll never forget the night in January when we had
our final meeting, before we went our separate ways. For just that night, we barely spoke our actions did it for us.
It finally seemed like maybe things were looking up for b


VoicesI get out of the shower and I turn to the mirror to face the voices inside my head.Voices
They scream with sadness and a confusion that grows from somewhere deep inside, a place I cannot reach.
The reflection that I abhor so much reaches out to strangle me.
And the light retreats from my eyes and the life strays from my body but my tortured, melancholy heart keeps on beating.


the 28th wildflowerSuch beauty has never been seen As that which I set my eyes upon And found in a field of grey That little wild flower radiating resistancethe 28th wildflower
What it was that made me find that flower But it saved my life and made me think That there may still be good to find in this world Good that needs protecting
The dull greys had soaked into my skin But that wild flower made me stop giving in And colour flushed through my soul And flooded out through my heart
Tears fall from the heavens as they salute the beauty Of that small white flower held in my hand  


True BeautyThe beauty in a sunsetTrue Beauty
The sight of a snowflake Causing joy in the child in us Making us feel happy for once.
Something beautiful is hiding inside Yet none of us show it off We are all ashamed of what we are The mistakes we make rule our lives
If I could I’d edit it out The Blood in the sunset But would it still be beautiful Without the inference of death.
You can never appreciate the light Without being seen in the dark Like you can never appreciate a mirror If you’ve never seen one scratched.
So how can I appreciate y


Apple PieThe butt of many jokes yet still Grandma's specialty. Ever changing, ever evolving yet still so sweet. I am a master at apple pie making. I know the recipe by heart.Apple Pie
I am the apple pie. Strip me down bare naked and slice me up. I guarantee I'm tart. Dress me up like a pretty sunflower, or a cute little lady bug. I'll still be tart.
No matter how much sugar you use, that bite will never go away. Apple pie tastes best straight from the oven but you'll never be able to get that first piece out whole, never. Because appl
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"just try and try until you reach the sky, even if its too high, you can't just sit here and sigh" my fwend Aszereth
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What a perfect night. The type of night that makes me want a bite to drink. Hellsing
I'm so sorry, the naughtiest most irresponsible image just flash through my mind! I must go clear my head. Günter
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"just try and try until you reach the sky, even if its too high, you can't just sit here and sigh" my fwend Aszereth
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welcome to dA and hope you have a nice stay
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I can still feel you, even so far away...
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I don't want wanna just jerk each other off. I wanna make love to you properly. I wanna cum inside you.
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Whenever I cum, I think about you in my head, either when I'm touching myself or doing a girl.
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