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Maybe I do bring everything back to you. Maybe I don't really care about the hurt I caused that isn't on you. I would've done anything to take even the slightest pain from you, no matter how heavy it was on my shoulders. I never regretted it and would never have told you about how this weight made me feel, because that would've made you feel worse. I would do it all over again, exactly the same. I would lie for you all over again, and bear the sleepless nights worrying about you all over again. And you know what, I didn't even think about the repercussions on myself, that's not what mattered. And I hope I wasn't wrong to think, without a doub

It would be horrible to have our lashes burned off. It is horrible to break a rock, just slightly, and have some acid making it's way between the two halves, melting everything until their reach is broken. That is horrible You don't know what you're talking about Sometimes you have to tell what they want to hear, otherwise you lose them. Or just shut up, not protest what they want to do, otherwise you lose them. Always yield to temptation, it may never cross your way again Manipulation's necessary, but they call it diplomacy, makes everyone feel better. That's what's horrible You don't have a clue of what you're talking about I cut

I live in my illusions, that's what keeps me alive. But they're just illusions, therefore not that satisfying. If I could dream at all, I'd choose not to, because the worst fucking thing is to wake up in the morning, and have lost it all. Every single morning. The happiness, as far as I'm concerned, is not worth the pain.                                                       &

I'm immortal and I have sticky fingers I accidentaly put them in ice cream Now they're stuck I didn't mean to, I swear No, I didn't want to steal your ice cream Why would I steal it? I'm immortal, I don't need to eat But eating is too good and I don't know how to get the food without stealing it. Sorry. You should be mad. I would be too, you know. I'll go to jail and meet glass-wearing people to stop stealing. Bad, bad habbit. Hit my sticky fingers with a ruler. Teach me how to work in order to buy my OWN food. I'll learn I'm a quick learner. Before we start off, could you give me something to fix my dust well, please? I'm a

She's just a kid who blew her candles too fast Some might say her heart is of carbon I say from carbon comes diamond And she sings from the eye to the tiger Her head just can't seem to memorize the rest If you say you've gone to ashes I say the most beautiful flowers grow from underneath death Don't blow on it though, cause it will vanish to dust It looks all strong, it's not Because what's a flower next to any bipod? Not much. But what if that flower was protected? By something any outsider can't see. Something useless alone It's the combination making it a whole They'll sit with their legs up Full frontal view of their immat