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Friday, January 25th, 2008
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8:44p - life collection
And you know that when it rains in this town, i get washed away without a sound so pin my wings down.
Holding anger is a poison. It eats you from the inside. We think that hating is a weapon that attacks the person who harmed us. But hatred is a curved blade and the harm we do we do to ourselves.
There once was a girl named ____. She lived her life in her own fairy tale. A world where girls could turn into rabbits, float over water, and be spied peering out castle windows, just like rapunzel. A world of mystery, glamor-and alittle danger.
What lies before us and what lies behind us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us
I saw a star beneath the stairs glowing through the melting walls. Who will be the first to begin their fall? Or will we become one? Am i the star beneath the stairs? Am i a ghost upon the stage? Am i your anything?
I saw i star beneath the stairs glowing bright before descent and in the morning there is nothing left but what's inside of me. And i don't want to die tonight. Will you believe in me? And i don't want to fall into the light. Will you wish upon me? Will you walk upon me? I don't want to die tonight. Will you?
So swallow the knife, carve the way for your pride. Now our hands are tied. The problems lie within. So we pray for night, to start over again.
So here we go again another time but it feels the same. Got sick of waiting here, set sail on concrete wings. No survivors left to see, too late for the walking dead.
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