My Property, Ashton Irwin

My Property, Ashton Irwin

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"Call me psycho, call me insane, but written across my heart, will ALWAYS be your name. I probably need some help, I'm probably I'm not all there, but the way that I feel, even I admit I'm scared. Never knew love would be this powerful, making me think things I never thought, sure we have screamed, sure we have fought. You want me to let go, but starting over is not choice, inside my head , i hear this voice. I clinch my teeth, and close my eyes, the sound of pain, to hide my cries. I'm not letting go, you'll have to kill me first, call me a lunatic but I'll ALWAYS be yours."
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"Where are you, and I'm so sorry. I cannot sleep, I cannot dream. I need somebody, and always this thick strange darkness comes creeping on. So haunting every time, and as I stared I counted the webs from all these spiders; catching things and eating their insides. Like indecision to call you, and hear your voice of treason. Will you come home and stop this pain tonight, stop this pain tonight?" I repeated the familiar Blink 182 lyrics as I lied in my cold, dark room looking towards the cieling; while my drunken father beat on the door. I ignored his screams, his threats, "I need someone to help me." I mumbled to myself; my voice cracking. I rolled over as tears washed over my cheeks, "Ashton you piece of shit!" I heard him scream through the damaged door. Finally, he gave up like normal. I laid in the dark silence, my breathes filling the air. I felt my eyes grow heavy, and then everything went black. - [© 2014, SIERRA LEE. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. THIS WORK CONTAINS MATERIAL PROTECTED UNDER INTERNATIONAL AND FEDERAL COPYRIGHT LAWS AND TREATIES. NO PART OF THIS WORK MAY BE REPRODUCED OR TRANSMITTED IN ANY FORM OR BY MEANS WITHOUT EXPRESS WRITTEN PERMISSION FROM SIERRA LEE.]

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