untitledI thought i knew who i was I thought i knew how to live I opened up my heart but now crimson bleeds I put my trust in you but you just hurt me more what the fuck am i doing my life is just one fucked up chore!untitled
I tell myself now that this is the answer If i end it all no more pain to be who cares what you want coz all i wanted, was the truth
If i gave you my life would you play me like a game? That once joyful dance was all full of shame
I get my knife ready to feel, the pain once more soon itll be over &
have a goLEARNT TO LIVE I let you in my life With nothing but to gain My heart poured open Crimson everywhere I thought we were happy Until you ripped me apart Did you plan it from the start?have a go
Remember when we laughed and cried Remember when your father died… We were once a team Now all but a dream What we once had Is all but memory The crimson tears Running down my face The pain you put me through I hate how you were never true!
When will it be over? I don’t understand How can we be happy…? Then be put on the sta
thinkingI feel so alone yet people are crowding me nobody understands the thoughts in my headthinking
If they really cared they'd leave me alone time to think time to cry Instead im neutral.
The ones who are closest, think they know me... but do they? coz i dont even know.
When i try talking, they just ignore me... They talk to me, and i keep on walking...
JUST LEAVE ME ALONE
Letter from the DevilLetter from the DevilLetter from the Devil
I saw you yesterday, As you began your daily chores.
You awoke without kneeling to pray. As a matter of fact, You didn't even bless your meals,
Or pray before going to bed last night.
You are so un-thankful, I like that about you.
I cannot tell you how glad I am, That you have not changed your way of living, O Fool of mine… You are mine.
Remember,
You and I have been going steady for years, And I still don't love you yet. As a
The Last WordA man was struggling down the road, stumbling. He bore huge chains, with sharp, jagged edges. The chains, painful even to look at, were engraved with ugly words: hatred, bitterness, lust, greed. The chains lacerated him, tearing apart his soul with worry, poisoning his heart with depression; resentment, fear and guilt obscured his footprints. The shear weight of them was crushing; they dragged him towards the ground. At first, he struggled violently, but the chains only cut him deeper, they entangled him worse, choking out his life. Clinging to him, they pierced his heart again as hThe Last Word
an army of one - midwayHow many of us on a daily basis see something that stirs up the past? We see something so “terrible” that we run and hide. We don’t just hide anywhere. We run and hide inside this huge fortress in our heart. We build these walls up to block out our past and pain.an army of one - midway
I know my fortress, yes fortress, used to be quite impressive. The walls had to be at least 40 feet thick and another 140 feet high. It even had those need little turret kind of corners to cover all the angles. Nothing was getting through my wall.
How many of us sit and brood inside
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A sincere artist is not one who makes a faithful attempt to put on to canvas what is in front of him, but one who tries to create something which is, in itself, a living thing.
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A love divine to call my own, my precious gift from the Lord reigning between space and time and thought, watch as the happiness takes the reigns of our lives, leading us together in beautiful ways
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"There's less violence in the world when people are using Hula-Hoops" - Mikey Way
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A sincere artist is not one who makes a faithful attempt to put on to canvas what is in front of him, but one who tries to create something which is, in itself, a living thing.
::: William Dobell :::
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A sincere artist is not one who makes a faithful attempt to put on to canvas what is in front of him, but one who tries to create something which is, in itself, a living thing.
::: William Dobell :::
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~ Courtney.
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art is dead...
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