Truly are
Königin Unbekanteen
No-one does apperciat my life , noone does make me strong at my weakest time Something wrong is dragging me all inside , nothing goes with the streams of my eyes I'll never be the one who acts so bright I'll prefer to be the mean while hiding inside My onliness had bring my joy alive Isolated Me had took all the sorrow of my eyes Never be scared from losing who were once upon time the whole of ur was , just fret up when you get no beasts inside, just yell when you lost who you truly are
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Roos
Ooeehhh i like this!!
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2018-07-04 08:22:53
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Königin Unbekanteen
@Roos thank u so much 😚
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shadowlinxxx morgan
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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Привет , мой милый друг Забыл ли ты, как долго не писала , Прости ,но я хотела отпустить Всю слабостью ,что в себе искала . И может ты проник Моим письмом до дрожи Забыл ли мой дневник , Увиденный стихами одинокой ночи ... Об памяти прошедших дней , Ты не увидишь ни души порока Лишь слабый шепот чувств Уложенных строками тонко . Немой вопрос в глазах Оставлю с времям на последок Легонько холодом касаний уходя , Чтоб не запомнил запах пепла.
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