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 May 2015 EmptySadness
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i crave for the  blood flow

i cry for the **non-existent love
You cannot force someone to love you
Only the moon can make the waves kiss the shore but even then they crash together and drift apart
It could be written in the sands of time but the waves will wash it away
I am deeply sad
because they don't see the stars
of your existence.
 Apr 2015 EmptySadness
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too much stuff, too little time
too little stuff, too much time.
We don't have a love like the rest
I compare it to Anastasia and Christian
You are so cold and dark inside
You can't provide love in my life
You can't save me from the demons in my mind
But I love the way you feel inside.

It's hard pretending I do not care
I wouldn't have it any other way
The way your thrusting inside me
Pulling my hair, and I scream.

Down on my knees looking up at you
This is what we have to offer
A secret life of ***, and I can't be your lover
But the way you grab me, pulls me away
You can take all you want
Just stay,  my fifty shades.
 Apr 2015 EmptySadness
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head pounds
hands shake
dont  know
how much more i can take.
 Apr 2015 EmptySadness
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they get everything handed to them
and i get everything ripped from me.
but that's how it goes, i guess.
they'll get the perfect job,
psh, more like sleeping with the boss.
i'll get the perfect job,
work my way to the top.
all blood, sweat, and tears,
breaking all of my fears.
those stories are the best right?
the one where the trillionaire
made herself, she couldn't
get a break, and then she decided
that she didn't need one,
and that instead of ******* her
way to the top,
she took it.
she didnt have
the best childhood,
in fact, she doesn't
talk to her family,
she lives in luxury.
something she's never
had before.
they may have everything handed to them,
but if its given, is it really theirs?
because doesn't that mean that whoever
gave it to them, has the power to take it away.
and i may get everything ripped from me,
but, one day, they will have everything
ripped from them,
and i shall finally be at peace.
...
I seem happy, right?
You see no cuts on my wrist,
Only the smile on my lips,
You hear me laugh, you see me smile,

But did you take time to look in my eyes?
Did you see the emptiness, the darkness?
Did you check my hips?
Darling, if only you opened your eyes, you could see,
I was dying inside..
Once there was a broken girl,
That fell for a sweet girl,
And she became her sun, her light, her everything,
And the flower on earth,
She loved her more then every grain of sand,
Her favorite books,
Lazy Sundays,
Baggy sweaters,
And even more then all the scars on her body,
But nothing last forever,
And she left her,
Like everyone else,
The girl then learned,
You must love yourself first,
Because your happiness,
Can not rely on other people,
Because as quickly as they come,
They go don't let them fool you,
There once was a broken girl,
That fell for a sweet girl,
And she took he sun, her light, her everything..
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