james-tuohyWhisper

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PuzzleThe first time we met, I knew my heart has reset from all the memories of my regret. You healed my thoughts and untangled my knots. We have talked so much and had never fought. I wanted you now, as much as I wanted you then, a piece of a puzzle that was meant to finish the end. Please listen to my words and take them all, they're for you and no one else. This moment is like a gift that was never opened, I was waiting for you to cut the ribbon. I could never leave even if I had to, this bond I made can't be broken. So take this box and keep it close, and never forget what matters the most. I wanted you now, as much as I wanted you then a piece of the puzzle that was meant to finish the end.
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HypocriteBroken wings plagued from forgetful skin. A mess soon to leave, from sin conceived of distasteful aggression. It multiplies inside, dividing between the lines, as feelings contrive dead from lies. Processed protests and breathless ambitions argue with this continued fate, we choose to make. So push away the humanity its been ***** by society, clawed and fumigated scared ever last seed, the light that was once held, is now the glass broken inside, were all guilty ****** of our streets, gone to far from what we believe to fight this disease. / haven't written in months so i hope its good lolz xD
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GreedThe wilted rose falls, and the crow cries for a crimson savior. The dawn brakes the glass under the skin, happily broken, a mess in their favor. To sad to stupid, the dust feeds our lungs, to the roads we take, pushing for a martyr. Iam uncomfortable with this weather, iam uncomfortable with this pleasure. From this sick story makes holes in the air, an empty space left to hold in. Bewilder the sharp tongues and edges for they wander out in the open. Waiting to exploit the prisoned and ****** For i don't control the bird in the cage, i only control whether it lives or dies. And i can't even keep my hands clean sometimes, cuts seeped in filth and end-trail vines. Burdens blaze and feelings decay for our humanity, its like greed wrung dry from the stains of our lives. Another rose falls and only a few fade while the rest of us still need, we still need. For there is never plenty, as long someone still breathes.
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OrphanThis girl plays with her doll alone. This room so cold, so faulted with the smell of coal. She lays between the chalk to bring them closer. Even I can't even tell if this girl whole. Half of her looks like smoke, disappearing playing hop-scotch on her toes. She doesn't want to leave this place, like a ghost finding its home. / Trying hard to not feel anything absent, she setups dinner plates and candles lights, and prays. Yet her voice has no effect because it to is gone, lost with her soul. Picture frames of a happy family, now torn and burnt from their home. The walls ripped away, and doors that locked up dismay. And the girl still prays, for something to replace the hole. To go back and not burn alone. / The air gets heavier, when i go downstairs to find the girl dead far from their hands to hold. She protected her doll like it was her own. Unscratched from head to toe. Taking it feels like stealing, from a mother's womb. And yet i think will everyone eventually find their way back home. Or does every child lose it's way finding it's own. This girl plays with her doll all alone.
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PaddedA smile only a knife would love, while my chains hold back shackled eyes with a laugh of a dissonant tortured sadness. Bewildered by my cage it never enfolds like a city ablaze. For i can never crash I am held up to witness beautiful disasters as I cry for cold beds. The doctors with their medicine and apologies. Trying to fix my problems, when really I want them. / Soon i begin to shake and my arms are free again, a freedom not to last to long, as feelings of nausea and illusions start. In these dizzy dreams i wonder will I stay or go back to unfaithful reality. With each pauseful thought the walls come closer, hoping that they crush me, but hoping is for times of open doors and no hallways. The doctors with their medicine and apologies. Trying to fix my problems, when really I want them. / They figured I am to different, not like the rest of them. When really they're the freaks trying to make a project out of me. Just stare at the wall and ignore all the illogical questions. And smile when they diagnose you with titles and affiliations.
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Clean up your.....If i hold you in my lungs long enough, I won't be able tell if this is enough. A physical juxtaposition to hold my life in its hands. A cool breeze letting go not to say goodbye, cuz heres another one to say hello. Keep me warm good friend, for you seem to be my only friend. Its a miracle at best, that you make my head at rest. But theres no guarantee that you will be here forever. / Guess it doesn't ****** matter, toss you aside to make room for another. Always pressed for time and another year passes by. It makes us all feel so expendable. Only here to burn and fall no ones dependable. Yet you keep me warm good friend, for the time being. But everyones gotta lose when u breathe in this cold feeling. / For I hold you there longer then I should, for you were here longer then I ever could be. To fill up empty space inside, an emotion i can't describe. Watch you get weaker, as my body becomes a stranger. I breathe out your smoke, and take in hope. Always pressed for time and years pass by. It makes us all feel so expendable.
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AddictionBurn the skin of acquisition, the taste must be forbidden your masterpiece waiting to be written. Accountance of the mind to be smitten by false pretension. Your redemptive views are the daggers filling up your sides, those silent whispers that trigger unsuspecting fear of self demise, but lingering suspicions are overlooked by addiction. And you're lieing in your own filthy position. Remission are unbalanced and you won't listen, imprisoned in your own decision. Tattered feelings pushing all your strength away. Hoping it find it in that lie someday. And you've displaced me so well, it's hard to tell whos face it is, just once more.
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Magic ShowWait here to see a magic show to please all the boys and girls of the world. A great disappearing act that no one knows. A trick to leave all in awh, so selfish for him not to reveal. But that makes it better for all of us to figure why he took this choice to show us for a moment that no one ever knows how magic goes. Don't close your eyes for to long for his tricks only last a moment, yet they leave u in memorized commitment for another seized punishment. The curtain falls and the mysterious man vanishes from infront of us. A tale to be told as if he ran off with all our gold. Bewildered he ran off with nothing but his magic show. Should have known that this trick was nothing more then false commitment. Wait here to see a magic show to please those who have no self control.
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I am lost without.....youI lost myself in a dark forest, and fear finally took its course. Everywhere was an exit, but I felt as though i didn't deserve it. Screaming to see if anyone could hear, crying to see if anyone would care. There's no path to take only a dark mistake. / Running around for one last try, to escape this box of hidden riddles. It was all blocked from a memory I had forgot. To solve this puzzle, I knew I had lost. I remember why i gave it away, it was to heavy to stay. So I hope u find it, and help me stop being trapped away. It would be yours not to replace. Another person to hold in this distant place.
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Cracked ReflectionSurprised neglections, broken mirrors show faded reflections. The tiles on the floor play while you begin to forget everything. In and out noises make skin feel absent. Lights are streaming, and it looks like the scenery is crying. Fiction plays with the mind. A wasteland to remove purity and hide pain. A burned out shell filled with smoke and **** Can't find any means to escape. Lay here to discard any meaning of anything as the system runs on empty. They beg for an ending that seems fitting. Yet punishment laughs for they did their own undoing.
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