

On StrangeI do wonder, somedays and nights,On Strange
Never mornings, I hate the mornings. How different things could be, if I could make them worse or better or if that is the same. My sentence structure varies from her's. Should my lines remain short or shall I drag them on, drag her on, make her carry her eyes to the edge of the page, all the way. Make her lick her finger tips to grip the page and turn us over. Put "us" behind. My bones must break differently then everyone else, cause I bare too much and break too little. To say this, to save this.
To spill this.


EveryEverytime I wish upon a starEvery
I wish it burned as bright as you.
Everytime you're hurt and scarred
I wish there was something I could do.
Everynight as I lie alone I know you're doing the same.
Everytime I feel at home
I realize I'm speaking your name.
Everynight as I fall asleep
And dream of you in my bed.
Everytime I've been in too deep
You're the reason I haven't bled.
Every mountain that seems too steep
Seems like nothing when you're there.
Everytime you're afraid to sleep
I'll protect you, don't be scared.
The past is the p
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--Parole soltanto parole, parole tra noi.
YOU have BEEN HIT BY THE BEAUTIFUL STICK!!!!
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ONCE YOU have BEEN HIT, YOU HAVE TO HIT 8 BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE. IF YOU GET HIT AGAIN YOU KNOW YOU are REALLY FINE AS HELL. IF YOU BREAK THE CHAIN YOU will BE CURSED WITH UGLINESS FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE. SO DONT MESS UP!!
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What the dreamers call cynisism the cynic calls realism. Which world do you want to live in?
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Let me tell you a secret... The Gods envy us. They envy us because we're mortal, because any moment may be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. You will never be more lovely than you are now. We will never be here again.
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Let me tell you a secret... The Gods envy us. They envy us because we're mortal, because any moment may be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. You will never be more lovely than you are now. We will never be here again.
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De profundis clamavi ad te, Domine...
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