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Think back to a time when the world was innocent When the sun didn't torture Think back to the last time your smile wasn't a lie I bet you can't You live in your plastic world Where nothing can be tarnished And a single dent in your flawless identity Is worse then ******* the oxygen out of a child's lungs And devouring their soul deep within your selfish throat My identity is full of darkness Yet it's required in your presence to find a positive light It's exhausting to pretend, it's exhausting to see your perfect face Because you know what I'm never going to be okay I hate how it's okay to be happy Because happiness is only meant to leave those who are unfortunate enough in feeling it more aware of what it is like to want to watch the life drip out of every pore that freckles their skin How can you possibly understand? You wont until you blow you're life away because the only time you felt pain you couldn't handle it I guess it's just a perfect ******* day for bananafish boom Read more: http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.ListAllCustom&friendId;=124424912&swapped;=true&page;=1#ixzz0zlEWNV8S
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Sep 17, 2010
Sep 17, 2010 at 12:23 AM UTC
Seymour Glass and My Obsession With Fragmentation
Think back to a time when the world was innocent When the sun didn't torture Think back to the last time your smile wasn't a lie I bet you can't You live in your plastic world Where nothing can be tarnished And a single dent in your flawless identity Is worse then ******* the oxygen out of a child's lungs And devouring their soul deep within your selfish throat My identity is full of darkness Yet it's required in your presence to find a positive light It's exhausting to pretend, it's exhausting to see your perfect face Because you know what I'm never going to be okay I hate how it's okay to be happy Because happiness is only meant to leave those who are unfortunate enough in feeling it more aware of what it is like to want to watch the life drip out of every pore that freckles their skin How can you possibly understand? You wont until you blow you're life away because the only time you felt pain you couldn't handle it I guess it's just a perfect ******* day for bananafish boom Read more: http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.ListAllCustom&friendId;=124424912&swapped;=true&page;=1#ixzz0zlEWNV8S
8/28/2009.
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38/F/American
Sep 17, 2010
Sep 17, 2010 at 12:23 AM UTC
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