I NEED AN ANTIDVTE
I took a few bottles of lean, I want to roll, I add speed to the car I'm sure that I'll win, I remember how my past one creature stole, I'LL ALWAYS KILL AND NEVER LOSE SKILL I THINK I'M NOT MYSELF, I PUT UP MY CORPSES FOR SALE, THERE IS NO ROPE, THEN LET THE BODIES HANG ON THEIR BELTS, I HAVE A BUNCH OF PLANS "B" I WILL NEVER FAIL, PLAN B IS SPARE, EVERYBODY PLAYS BY THE RULES BUT I DON'T CARE Look at my scale, I'll hold all the weight, I made a six-digit number, BUT I'M GON' PUSH FURTHER, I HAVE A SAFE IN THE BASEMENT, I press the gas pedal, I'M NOT DETERMINED TO STOP, I'M RISKY AND DEADLY AND LETHAL, THE CAUSE OF MY DEATH IN ANY OUTCOME WILL NOT BE ROPE, EVEN THROUGH DEATH I'LL GET FIRST PLACE, I WILL WIN THIS GAME OR RACE, I SEE MY FUTURE AND IT'S GRACEFUL, IN THE NEXT LIFE I HOPE I WIN THE GAME, IF NOT THEN I'LL BE LOST I NEED AN ANTIDOTE, NOW, I NEED AN ANTIDOTE, NOW, I NEED AN ANTIDOTE, NOW, I CAN'T LEAVE THE KILLER MODE, I CAN'T LEAVE THE KILLER MODE, I CAN'T LEAVE THE KILLER MODE, I NEED AN ANTIDOTE, NOW...
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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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Хай буде так
«And in my hour of darkness She is standing right in front of me Speaking words of wisdom, "Let it be"» Beatles - Let it be Хай буде так. Прийми своє життя. Прийми негоду, біль і в серці рану. Прийми свою не вічність, як буття. Прийми, що у людей на тебе інші плани. І не кричи, не плач, коли летиш із неба. Земля тверда. Це так. Реальна. Не м'яка. Живи та не шкодуй. Так було треба. Можливо не тобі. Комусь. Чиясь рука. Ти витримав. Стерпів. Усі пройшов дороги. Ти не зламався, ні. Ти просто біг не так. Ти просто падав. Просто вірив богу, І довіряв не тим. Кохав не так. Хай буде так. Прийми, що ти один І залишайся сильним, що б не було далі. Життя лиш мить, в яку стікає плин годин. Лиш зайчик сонячний, ребро медалі. Бо що б не було - ти не вічний, ні. І те що має тут коштовність, там - згорає. Ти помираєш тут. Зникаєш на війні. Та пам'ятай - у смерті щастя аж ніяк немає.
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