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Hiiii thanks for the follow man ur the best Love the description thing made.me smile But why might I ask for the follow??
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The sound of the clock, slowly ticking me off. The sound of the wind moving the curtain and having it keep hitting the window, slowly making me unease. My leg bouncing in anxiety under the table. The thought of what I want to do today, consumes my mind. No one seems to understand No one seems to see my distress No one seems to acknowledge that I'm pleading for help No one shall ever know What truly lies within me... What truly what I want to crave A writer writes good stories about things, if you look closely you'll see the pain inside them and the deeper meaning in them Never judge a writer, because they do know how to keep it well hidden
Hiiii thanks for the follow man ur the best Love the description thing made.me smile But why might I ask for the follow??
I mean if you are waiting for your lovers, mind if I join? /j
@your_dad69420 whoops sorry *chuckles nervously* been out of head lol sorry *pats ur head*
:0 why killer? D:
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The sound of the clock, slowly ticking me off. The sound of the wind moving the curtain and having it keep hitting the window, slowly making me unease. My leg bouncing in anxiety under the table. The thought of what I want to do today, consumes my mind. No one seems to understand No one seems to see my distress No one seems to acknowledge that I'm pleading for help No one shall ever know What truly lies within me... What truly what I want to crave A writer writes good stories about things, if you look closely you'll see the pain inside them and the deeper meaning in them Never judge a writer, because they do know how to keep it well hidden
It goes like this Well, I ain't sorry With broken wrists I climb from these walls
And the pastor says I'm good And, but Jesus Christ, I'm never good I'll nail my hands up to the wall And yeah, the pastor says I'm good But Jesus Christ, I'm never good I'll nail my hands up to the wall And yeah, the doctors were nice enough They just said I'm fucked Just like my mom is fucked I bet your dad's fucked up And in the black light, I could tell a sick joke Maybe in the black light, I could tell a sick joke Twinkle Twinkle little star, alcoholics don't get far Unless they drink and drive Let's go for a ride And I hope, I crash and die tonight I hope I crash and die tonight Saying, "I do not like you I do not mind him much" You were just my first Now I've had I'm cold to the touch Leap to my death I'll die for my friends I'll lie to the end I'm cool to the touch Leap to my death I'll die for you all I'll die for my friends
Mind clouded with beautiful glint that shines, when the light gleams against the metal, the sharp edge of it making sure it's sharpen all the way, the thought of it filled with blood, my blood, the thought of it going deeper an deeper, going all over my neck and chest, th thought of it just having it jabbed into me, the thought of it slowly going up my arm, the thought of it going around my wrist... Just going crazy with the thought of it, giving me a shiver down my spine for more and more and more.... A drug for me that's addicting and what I need Something that I so desperately want Fuck everything else! I need this perfect moment with this
just posted a chapter hope yall enjoy was working on it for a week
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