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Good morning Get up I know you don't want to But I don't give a fuck Hi hello It's me and no I won't go I am the one Who will best you down But I am so proud I will carry you around Because you always come back to me To be honest, that makes me happy I am the music in your ears I am the reason you have your tears I have so many personality You haven't even seen Yet again you always come back to me Because I can make YOU happy You know just like You make me But I will make you sad I will tear you down Further beyond land Haha, it will never end I might give you bad thought Bad thoughts in your head Which will give you bad action To which you will attend But hey it's not my fault I am not your peer I am just the little innocence Innocence in your ear At first you may think it's fun Then you'll get down You'll always have a frown Good luck buddy But before I go I will say one thing One thing to you Because your so blue You'll be okay Just look around Your not the only one I make frown But I make then so happy You see So they don't see the fact That I am just here to be a "Little friend" To lure them in Get them to go down the slope Then get back up Just to do it all over again
2021-08-20 06:49:05
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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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