I AM LVST GHVST
I LOVE TO SIT ALONE AS IF I LOST GHOST, DON'T GET ME WRONG, MY MIND HASN'T GONE YET, Try to enter my mind, You'll die instantly, There is no point in runnin' away from death, In any case it will drag us all to hell, When you burn in a cauldron, don’t say that I didn’t tell About it, I'm still with the money, and I count their amount, I always walk the streets with my hood on, Aye, A watch on my wrist would be stylish, but blood fits more, I tried to melt my ice core, But bitches constantly made me change my mind, TOUCH MY WALLET AND FEEL YOUR HANDS COME OFF, IT’S BETTER TO STICK A KNIFE IN MY FACE THAN IN THE BACK IT WILL NOT BE SOFT, BUT LESS PAINFUL, WHY CAN'T I FEEL A PULSE IN MY VEINS? BRUH, I THINK THE BRAIN HAS CROSSED THE LINE OF SOBRIETY, MY SOUL HAS LONG FELT A SENSE OF PITY, MY BRAIN HAS COME UP WITH A NEW SICK IDEA, AND I'M GOING TO BEAT IT... Look into my eyes and see hell in them, Look into my eyes and see your house with your fame, I'm lost in my head, the mind cannot be stable, I have mental problems and am PUZZLED BY THIS, I hope that I'll die not from coronavirus, BUT FROM EMPTINESS...
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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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و مَا الّذي يجعلُ مصطلحُ الوردة قبِيحة؟ -مَا الّذي تنتظرهُ من وردةٍ واجهت ريَاح عاتية ؛ وتُربة قَاحلة و بتلَاتٍ منهَا قَد ترَاخت أرضًا ، مَا الّذي ستصبحهُ برأيك؟
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