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We are memories
Hiding in the shadows of pain
Searching for remedies
Falling down slowly with rain
We are music
We live
Collecting treasures
Painting souls with life
We lie
We don't see
Burning to ashes
We live
Singing like sirens
Seducing our enemies, we pray
Choosing paths for others, for us, we failed
Granting wishes for lovers, we pay
Getting behind liars, turning into fighters
We play
We are memories
Lost fractures of hope
Magical beings created by love
Raised by angels and God
We are music
Created by sound of a thunder
Painted with blood of a hunter
We are who we are
We get back to the start
Where we begun
Forgotten children of the stars
We are
Hiding in the shadows of pain
Searching for remedies
Falling down slowly with rain
We are music
We live
Collecting treasures
Painting souls with life
We lie
We don't see
Burning to ashes
We live
Singing like sirens
Seducing our enemies, we pray
Choosing paths for others, for us, we failed
Granting wishes for lovers, we pay
Getting behind liars, turning into fighters
We play
We are memories
Lost fractures of hope
Magical beings created by love
Raised by angels and God
We are music
Created by sound of a thunder
Painted with blood of a hunter
We are who we are
We get back to the start
Where we begun
Forgotten children of the stars
We are
Literature
It Was Never You...
It really wasn't...
And I know that I can twist this truth as much as I want...
Whenever I'm sober, when I know I can put up that fake plastic smile;
Just a few formal words that burn like acid from a liar's lips!
"Differences in personality, a divergence in ideals..."
Please, fucking, SPARE ME!
Because when I look in this mirror, I know.
When I see myself looking back at me, I know.
Right here, right in front of my own blackened self;
Those eyes that both reflect and stare into my dingy soul.
I was the problem.
I was the instigator.
I was the perpetrator.
And when I had broken every last bit of her,
I was the one, who let it al
Literature
Vapid.
I always
thought it
a sort
of injustice
that all
a kiss requires
is two pairs
of lips
and a willingness
to drown
for the dream
of a raft
you might find nestled
between the hundredth
pair you try;
to
become
even more broken
in the pursuit
of a love that
could finally
fix you.
Literature
You Remind Me
You remind me that I'm broken.
You remind me that I'm depressed.
You remind me that I hate myself.
You remind me that sometimes I want to just stop living...
But you know what?
You also remind me...
...That I am unique.
...That I have a gift.
...That I can change the world.
...That I am beautiful.
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I like the imagery I get from this; as though we're created from equal parts beauty and destruction.