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November 11th 2015, 09:32 PM
Twenty!!!!!!....?
That god does not exist, I cannot deny
That my whole being cries out for a god, I cannot forget.
The gates of Heaven were locked shut. The pits of Hell, they were all filled up. And I fear I don't belong here.....
How could someone so perfect feel so insecure? As to scar her skin with cuts and burns and still want to hurt more. How does someone so loving learn to hate her own guts? Drawing a picture on her arm with a blade, as if her mind wasn't dark enough
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November 12th 2015, 04:23 PM
ONE.........
That god does not exist, I cannot deny
That my whole being cries out for a god, I cannot forget.
The gates of Heaven were locked shut. The pits of Hell, they were all filled up. And I fear I don't belong here.....
How could someone so perfect feel so insecure? As to scar her skin with cuts and burns and still want to hurt more. How does someone so loving learn to hate her own guts? Drawing a picture on her arm with a blade, as if her mind wasn't dark enough
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November 12th 2015, 10:06 PM
One.......
That god does not exist, I cannot deny
That my whole being cries out for a god, I cannot forget.
The gates of Heaven were locked shut. The pits of Hell, they were all filled up. And I fear I don't belong here.....
How could someone so perfect feel so insecure? As to scar her skin with cuts and burns and still want to hurt more. How does someone so loving learn to hate her own guts? Drawing a picture on her arm with a blade, as if her mind wasn't dark enough
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November 13th 2015, 02:37 PM
FOUR......
That god does not exist, I cannot deny
That my whole being cries out for a god, I cannot forget.
The gates of Heaven were locked shut. The pits of Hell, they were all filled up. And I fear I don't belong here.....
How could someone so perfect feel so insecure? As to scar her skin with cuts and burns and still want to hurt more. How does someone so loving learn to hate her own guts? Drawing a picture on her arm with a blade, as if her mind wasn't dark enough
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November 13th 2015, 06:14 PM
ONE!!!! Let's do this!!
That god does not exist, I cannot deny
That my whole being cries out for a god, I cannot forget.
The gates of Heaven were locked shut. The pits of Hell, they were all filled up. And I fear I don't belong here.....
How could someone so perfect feel so insecure? As to scar her skin with cuts and burns and still want to hurt more. How does someone so loving learn to hate her own guts? Drawing a picture on her arm with a blade, as if her mind wasn't dark enough
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November 13th 2015, 11:26 PM
two!!!!!!!!!!!
the girl who always seemed unbreakble finally
BROKE
the girl who seemed strong
CRUMBLED
the girl who always laughed
CRIED
the girl who never stopped trying finally
GAVE UP
she let her fake smile fade and as she did a tear rolled down her cheek and she whispered
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November 14th 2015, 02:13 PM
FOUR........
That god does not exist, I cannot deny
That my whole being cries out for a god, I cannot forget.
The gates of Heaven were locked shut. The pits of Hell, they were all filled up. And I fear I don't belong here.....
How could someone so perfect feel so insecure? As to scar her skin with cuts and burns and still want to hurt more. How does someone so loving learn to hate her own guts? Drawing a picture on her arm with a blade, as if her mind wasn't dark enough
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November 14th 2015, 02:24 PM
Fiiiiivee!
the girl who always seemed unbreakble finally
BROKE
the girl who seemed strong
CRUMBLED
the girl who always laughed
CRIED
the girl who never stopped trying finally
GAVE UP
she let her fake smile fade and as she did a tear rolled down her cheek and she whispered
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November 14th 2015, 02:33 PM
SIX.............
That god does not exist, I cannot deny
That my whole being cries out for a god, I cannot forget.
The gates of Heaven were locked shut. The pits of Hell, they were all filled up. And I fear I don't belong here.....
How could someone so perfect feel so insecure? As to scar her skin with cuts and burns and still want to hurt more. How does someone so loving learn to hate her own guts? Drawing a picture on her arm with a blade, as if her mind wasn't dark enough
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November 15th 2015, 03:39 PM
Nine......
That god does not exist, I cannot deny
That my whole being cries out for a god, I cannot forget.
The gates of Heaven were locked shut. The pits of Hell, they were all filled up. And I fear I don't belong here.....
How could someone so perfect feel so insecure? As to scar her skin with cuts and burns and still want to hurt more. How does someone so loving learn to hate her own guts? Drawing a picture on her arm with a blade, as if her mind wasn't dark enough
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November 15th 2015, 09:23 PM
Eleven..........
That god does not exist, I cannot deny
That my whole being cries out for a god, I cannot forget.
The gates of Heaven were locked shut. The pits of Hell, they were all filled up. And I fear I don't belong here.....
How could someone so perfect feel so insecure? As to scar her skin with cuts and burns and still want to hurt more. How does someone so loving learn to hate her own guts? Drawing a picture on her arm with a blade, as if her mind wasn't dark enough
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November 15th 2015, 10:29 PM
Thirteen. Yay!!
That god does not exist, I cannot deny
That my whole being cries out for a god, I cannot forget.
The gates of Heaven were locked shut. The pits of Hell, they were all filled up. And I fear I don't belong here.....
How could someone so perfect feel so insecure? As to scar her skin with cuts and burns and still want to hurt more. How does someone so loving learn to hate her own guts? Drawing a picture on her arm with a blade, as if her mind wasn't dark enough
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November 15th 2015, 11:56 PM
15..........!!!
That god does not exist, I cannot deny
That my whole being cries out for a god, I cannot forget.
The gates of Heaven were locked shut. The pits of Hell, they were all filled up. And I fear I don't belong here.....
How could someone so perfect feel so insecure? As to scar her skin with cuts and burns and still want to hurt more. How does someone so loving learn to hate her own guts? Drawing a picture on her arm with a blade, as if her mind wasn't dark enough
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November 16th 2015, 12:58 AM
seventeen!! Almost there....Almost
That god does not exist, I cannot deny
That my whole being cries out for a god, I cannot forget.
The gates of Heaven were locked shut. The pits of Hell, they were all filled up. And I fear I don't belong here.....
How could someone so perfect feel so insecure? As to scar her skin with cuts and burns and still want to hurt more. How does someone so loving learn to hate her own guts? Drawing a picture on her arm with a blade, as if her mind wasn't dark enough
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November 16th 2015, 01:30 AM
Come on let's go!!!
18!
I know you are looking for a sea that lies beyond your reach
But im hoping my heart can stop you before you reach the beach
I know you have places to go
I know that you want the sea
But im hoping my heart will grow and that you'll
come back to me.....
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November 16th 2015, 01:34 AM
Twenty!!!! ~_~ Come ON!!!
That god does not exist, I cannot deny
That my whole being cries out for a god, I cannot forget.
The gates of Heaven were locked shut. The pits of Hell, they were all filled up. And I fear I don't belong here.....
How could someone so perfect feel so insecure? As to scar her skin with cuts and burns and still want to hurt more. How does someone so loving learn to hate her own guts? Drawing a picture on her arm with a blade, as if her mind wasn't dark enough
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November 16th 2015, 04:16 AM
Twenty-Two......
That god does not exist, I cannot deny
That my whole being cries out for a god, I cannot forget.
The gates of Heaven were locked shut. The pits of Hell, they were all filled up. And I fear I don't belong here.....
How could someone so perfect feel so insecure? As to scar her skin with cuts and burns and still want to hurt more. How does someone so loving learn to hate her own guts? Drawing a picture on her arm with a blade, as if her mind wasn't dark enough
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November 17th 2015, 01:04 PM
Twenty-Five
That god does not exist, I cannot deny
That my whole being cries out for a god, I cannot forget.
The gates of Heaven were locked shut. The pits of Hell, they were all filled up. And I fear I don't belong here.....
How could someone so perfect feel so insecure? As to scar her skin with cuts and burns and still want to hurt more. How does someone so loving learn to hate her own guts? Drawing a picture on her arm with a blade, as if her mind wasn't dark enough
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November 17th 2015, 01:36 PM
Twenty Seven....I do too....I have some strange feeling....
That god does not exist, I cannot deny
That my whole being cries out for a god, I cannot forget.
The gates of Heaven were locked shut. The pits of Hell, they were all filled up. And I fear I don't belong here.....
How could someone so perfect feel so insecure? As to scar her skin with cuts and burns and still want to hurt more. How does someone so loving learn to hate her own guts? Drawing a picture on her arm with a blade, as if her mind wasn't dark enough