my unending sorrowhere i hope to find people like me, who's suffering and torment has been ignored for to long. to share with them the inner darkness, through the radiant beauty of poetry and peace.
for only through a pen and paper can i show the darkness, the pain, the hurt, the shattered dreams, the dashed hopes and the nihilism. my loneliness has made me who i am and this is my story. the good and the bad. the rest is silence.
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"dreams are free...but reality comes at a price" - Lord Byron
"your nether sirocco is a heavenly perfume" - Joyce, who truly understood what that the greatest things we can share are deep within us.
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And shephards we shall be. For thee, my lord, for thee. Power hath descended forth from thy hand, so that our feet may swiftly carry out thy command. So we shall flow a river forth unto thee and teeming with souls shall it ever be.
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unique. rebel. different.
no problem
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And shephards we shall be. For thee, my lord, for thee. Power hath descended forth from thy hand, so that our feet may swiftly carry out thy command. So we shall flow a river forth unto thee and teeming with souls shall it ever be.
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i write. this is what i want.
and sometimes i write lyrics for boy bands.
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~thomasina + ~jackwass = ~free-birds
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If I'm not writing, I'm just sitting here changing oxygen into carbon dioxide. Like a baby. A little shit and piss factory, maybe one day a man. Be a man today, motherfucker.
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~Imperfection~
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bubble gum.....?
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Dear hero imprisoned
With all the new crimes that you are perfecting
Oh I can't help quoting you
Because everything that you said rings true
*RawEm0tion
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