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it were the dreams in which I was living that made me wanna die the summer was ending and the cold of the winter was filling my veins you were leaving my mind like the sun was leaving my dying fantasy.. I am getting older everyday and everyday I need a little bit more ***** running away with you, the person I adore most was all I ever wanted and every night before I fall asleep I aks myself.. why don't you love me why don't you have the need to touch me, to share your deepest secrets you were mysterious like the moon, like the meaning of my tattoo's.. there always was a path of light were you have walked the riddels you spoke, your angelic voice that haunts me everyday but you also were dark my dear, dying and hopeless it felt like flying everytime we kissed, I was happy, you made me happy but I was fragile, a daughter of the dark, the keeper of sadness, demons eleven years old when everything went wrong and it all is still wrong the voices in my head would never let me out of this cage, trapped september was coming and the clouds coverd my sight of happiness it was a long way to find a way out of this dark and ****** up forest and so she died at age seventeen, the graveyard never was this pretty the stars of the heavens and their constellations didn't shine their light there were flowers laying on the girl her grave, all grey, black, dying it was the perfect night to share your tears with the world, so we did
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Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 3:34 PM UTC
the graveyard.
it were the dreams in which I was living that made me wanna die the summer was ending and the cold of the winter was filling my veins you were leaving my mind like the sun was leaving my dying fantasy.. I am getting older everyday and everyday I need a little bit more ***** running away with you, the person I adore most was all I ever wanted and every night before I fall asleep I aks myself.. why don't you love me why don't you have the need to touch me, to share your deepest secrets you were mysterious like the moon, like the meaning of my tattoo's.. there always was a path of light were you have walked the riddels you spoke, your angelic voice that haunts me everyday but you also were dark my dear, dying and hopeless it felt like flying everytime we kissed, I was happy, you made me happy but I was fragile, a daughter of the dark, the keeper of sadness, demons eleven years old when everything went wrong and it all is still wrong the voices in my head would never let me out of this cage, trapped september was coming and the clouds coverd my sight of happiness it was a long way to find a way out of this dark and ****** up forest and so she died at age seventeen, the graveyard never was this pretty the stars of the heavens and their constellations didn't shine their light there were flowers laying on the girl her grave, all grey, black, dying it was the perfect night to share your tears with the world, so we did
BelleVictoria
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Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 3:34 PM UTC
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