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Le SolitaireJ'avais une vie belle, parfaite, Une vie sans d'objets mauvais. C'étais beaucoup trop, j'avais une innocence très mal-faite.Le Solitaire
J'suis devenue vulnérable. Une objectif facile pour les bombes qui détruisent l'amour, Qui détruisent l'inexplicable.
Refrain:
J'veux vraiment suicider. Je veux plus rester ici. L'amour me manque ainsi. J'veux vraiment suicider.
Refrain (cont.) Il y a personne qu'peut m'aimer, Je suis seule sur cette planète. Je sens que personne peut m'connaître. J'veux vraiment
by ~hottart123
MusicWhen you can't stand it anymore, When you have no one to turn to, You turn to music.Music
Music won't judge you; Music won't hurt you; It always likes you.
If you're sad,
You blast the music.
You try to drive away everything hurtful.
So you can just...
Be.
by ~hottart123
Who are you?There are people who think they knowWho are you?
everything about you.
Yet they know nothing.
Even those closest to you
know only a fraction.
You keep secrets,
afraid to be disliked.
You keep those secret so well hidden,
you don't even know yourself.
They make you unsure,
make you lose confidence. You rely on the opinion of others to tell you what you are.
by ~hottart123
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Emo?Emo? is it really that bad? you cant accept the fact that i get a little sad? that i am a little mad? so i favor black and i dont like pink you use those as reasons to make my soul sink so some of us cut and some of us dont we can smile laugh love and live we're just not like the rest sure we cry we want to die but none of you understand its not like we had planned to live life like this to spend our days depressed and amiss we're not bad people we dont worship satan we're not out to kill anyone we juEmo?
by ~yaoifan444
The story of a Whore.There once lived a kid, who was pissed off one day and blew his brains out. because he never gets paid.The story of a Whore.
I never really got paid to begin with. I just let them do as the please. Whether I'm lying face down on the bed, Or sitting on my knees.
Every morning I wake up. Put on my whore clothes first. Smear on some slut make up. To hide the bruises that still hurt.
Some think I'm gay. So they decide its their right to brutalize me. Some think I'm hot. So the decide this is what I was meant to be.
Every morning I walk do
by ~SolitaryChild
Emoby ~santalloniboi
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- Current Residence: Canada
- Interests: reading, biking, swimming, writing poems, dancing,
- Favourite band or musician: ACDC, 3Oh!3, Hollywood Undead Eminem, Lady Gaga
- Favourite genre of music: alternative rock, rock
- Favourite artist: Vincent Van Gogh, The Group of Seven
- Favourite poet or writer: Robert Frost
- Favourite style of art: Sketching
- MP3 player of choice: IPod Nano Chromatic
- Favourite cartoon character: Spongebob =p
- Personal Quote: "Reality is a shared hallucination."
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