Wow I'm tired. I'm gunna go to bed....


Casualties of the EmpathWasted is love in tender moments of lust; high is the greed, in tension, for touch. Want is the motive that draws us together. Lying in the swamps of our discontent do we wait, confused, lost, and guilty, finding but mere shreds of solace from waning hope as despair waxes like the moon of a worry, of a malnourished soul. The bites of imps bring us into mental decay, our emotions drenched in the sweats of a thousand concerns. Our bodies cling to one another, fueling jealousy as our blood flows, into each others veins and slowly seeping life into long-forgotten organs. &nbsCasualties of the Empath
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I'm not a slave to a god that doesn't exist
And I'm not a slave to a world that doesn't give a shit
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If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am ?~
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"You dare deceive me with your talk of pancreatic fluid? GIVE. ME. MY. MONEY."
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Love is like oxygen! Love is a many splendored thing. Love lifts us up where we belong. All you need is love!
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If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am ?~
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"You dare deceive me with your talk of pancreatic fluid? GIVE. ME. MY. MONEY."
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I'm not a slave to a god that doesn't exist
And I'm not a slave to a world that doesn't give a shit
well fuck that. thanks for making a rat pouch. thanks for counting the number of patches on a hoodie. thanks for reading and being named becky and for being eighteen years old.
thank you.
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someplace in the distance...
so far far away that you would laugh...
there exists an exciting neverending dream that shines brightly
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