

a day in the life of me i'm sitting out in the car, staring out the window carelessly, while waiting for my mother to come out of her therapy appointment. just then dad comes out from his, and slowly open the car door. he stands there for a little bit hesitant, and i notice him wiping tears from his eyes. he stands there for a few more minutes catching his breath after going down a flight of a stairs, a major feat for him and his disability. my dad then gets into the car and turns down the radio, banging his head on the driving wheel. i wonder what happened in there and so i asked what's wrong, like anyone normally would do. "you'a day in the life of me


ode to a past lovefuture plans and holding--hands, i remember that night so well. (oh well) sneaking {}kisses{}and making *wishes* you saved me from this hell. (my hell) peppermint breath and your untimely death, i wish it wasnt so. (difficult) the wrinkles in your jeans and my coming clean, i never wanted to let go. (of you) but i g/n/a/w/e/d at your heart and teared it a p a r t like a WiLd animal that hadn't eaten for days. i was used to being a mess, and dealing with stress and so i ---|pushed|--- you away. (a weight) now that i know why i let go, i wish iode to a past love

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[.We'll be remembered more for what we .d.e.s.t.r.o.y. than what we create.]
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"I don't want anything to do with You or the thoroughly sick world You live in. Count me out. I am going home, to the Norwegian countryside..."- V. Vikernes
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[.We'll be remembered more for what we .d.e.s.t.r.o.y. than what we create.]
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[.We'll be remembered more for what we .d.e.s.t.r.o.y. than what we create.]
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Poor is the man whose pleasures depend on the permission of another
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