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I said you lied to me You really lied to me Even if you don't know me You should know you did a lot to me You won't get out of me I feel them side effects When I'm with you You're bringin' out a different side of me Mmm, ooh I'm a lonely stoner I'm a lonely stoner Look, you know you're not allowed to do that, right? Messin' with my pride, yuh Battle in my mind, yuh Pour me up a cup, yuh Put that to the side And if I'm honest, I just kinda like, how we slide Sometimes it's better to stay quiet Than talk about it But I need you, so I hope you enjoy the silence My soul is screaming and my body is lifeless So tell me what you gon' do when it all ends Legends dyin' too young So why should I believe in you? Legends dyin' too young So why should I believe in you? |Azahriah - 4k love|
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Question 1?/Вопрос 1?
The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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Черничные пироги, молоко с мёдом. Приходи. Почитаю тебе стихи и раны замажу йодом. Буду исцелять поэтапно все твои трещинки и порезы, даже в твоё заледеневшее сердце, поверь мне, — смело полезу. Повір! Залізу без страху. Без жалю, не боячись. Бо наше розпалене вогнище змушує бути хоч чимось. І тільки не хвилюйся — ми не розчинимось. Ні одне у одному, ні у часі. Мы снова столкнёмся, неспособные противостоять этой связи. Истощенные, но в друг друге, нашедшие дом. Якщо не перше життя, то і не перший том. Не перший різновид мов у моїх віршах. Не найдёшь меня в жизни? Отыщешь во снах. За той дверью, где я нам в пирог добавляю чернику. Приходи. Мне одной без тебя здесь ужасно дико.
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