Often does your Purpose seek to Belong Thoughts your Rebellious Clouds can independ But just recall your Coins; And after long You'll realise the Worth which you will spend Maybe you Decided; Or maybe not Plans which the Architect will rennovate It's clearly shown by the Jersey you got How you love to be an Otaku's Date I'll complain to the Pug; And must he snub Even if his Language you will confuse And why he chose to reissue a **** When all he could do is ask for a fuse. Still a Nice Wear you so haply display Hoping such Good Colours will never fade.
Pill number nine. My head is pounding And the room is spinning so fast, I'm not sure which way is up. My stomach is churning, I can barely keep it's contents from Making an appearance. Nine, you better be worth this.
Pill number ten. I can't take you. I know the doctor said tonight, But nine has me so sick The thought of swallowing another pill Just makes me gag. You'll get your chance tomorrow.
With sand sinking quickly, It’s dragging me down and there’s no way of saving me. You stand and watch me drown in my own river, for now, I’m just a skeleton in your closet.
Words of regret you feed me, But I throw them into the stream because the adventure was so much sweeter. I told you to just leave me in a pit and wait for the earth to cover me up. If you so greedily wish to see me again just dig me up. When I ask to throw me into the sea you were scared of the waves I was to create. I told you not to worry because if you want to see me again just dive down below.
This life is all I want to remember. I don’t want to live a future. You told me if I died you’ll never grow me flowers or cry for my pain. So I stopped and lived another day for you.
And you told me you have been on the run for decades but never knew why. So since you know you must keep moving you kissed me in every language you knew, As our hands parted like passing ships.
up n down like the proverbial ****** drawers servin hors doeuvres to rich ***** bein rinsed by cheap escorts hands raw work eight days a week to get paid for four make much more on her back were she as debauched with the petite bourgeoisie tucking in to her as the main course
Girls my height are supposed to be petite Skinny and proportional When I would read seventeen magazine and they would show the best outfits for your body type Mine was never on there Not big enough to be curvy Curvy girls in magazines were curvy all over and average height The petite girl wasn't supposed to have curves at all The petite girl was thin The petite girl could wear anything
Why can't short girls have *******? Because when we do, we're a fetish And for some reason, when you fit a fetish people assume you're there for them.
"I like short girls because you can pick them up when you ****." "Short girls don't have to get on their knees." "Can you **** my **** standing up?" "A C cup on a short girl is like a DD on a normal girl.” “I like ******* short girls because I can really take control.”
My mom always criticized me for wanting to dress slutty And it broke my heart because I never wanted to look slutty I just wanted to wear what my skinny friends could wear And sometimes it's hard when you can't find high waisted shorts that cover your *** all the time, even right after you stand up from sitting in the car for 30 minutes and they rode up a little, but a little on you is a lot because you don't have a flat *** like all of your friends do, but you can't go a size up because then they're too big and they still don't give you the coverage that at first your mom wanted for you but that you now want yourself because you can feel the heat of people staring because girls like you shouldn't wear those kinds of shorts, and at parties they think it's okay to touch if it's not covered, and you've been in this H&M for 3 hours and nothing fits you like it does that tall, pretty girl with the A cups in the fitting room next to yours, But how could my mom know that At 5 ft 4, she weighed 98 lbs on her wedding day You can wear anything when you look like that
The difference between actions and habits, is often measured by the person you're asking. One bump, one line, one half ounce... All shared by people you don't even give a **** about.
These chemicals make me sick -- Limitless...Why quit? When it's only ten bucks for a hit like this? Even Jesus Christ would have gotten addicted, if drugs in his day were half this good.
"Yeah, I'm smashed -- but I promise I can drive fine." Walk and push the limits of a real fine line... If I don't **** myself, or someone else... I'm happy. Stare death in his eyes, wink, and start laughing.
Gasping as I swerve lanes -- Stay safe, get paid. Mundane daily. Living a-live.. Eat. Sleep. Dream. Get laid. Chase feelings.
Please, just feel me now. You know me, right?
Please, just feel me now. You love me, right?
I want to melt with you -- let our souls collide... Dissolve the boundaries between students and teachers. To bridge the gap in the great divide No secrets between us -- bleed into the speakers.
Feel the air in your chest, and ask God for a reason... To stay or leave Him. He makes excuses...
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