thatONEguy42
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To someone retired, can you end with happy holidays? Remember, they have assured you they are thoroughly enjoying t
NOBODY LOVES ME I MUST SAY GOODBY NO ONE ANSWERS MY POST NOT EVEN THE GHOST NOBODY LOVES ME I MUST GO AWAY BUT BEFORE
SO SAY THAT I SHOULD MARRY. I SAY ITS WAY TO LATE. SOME SAY I NEED A WARM WOMEN TO KEEP SAFE AT NIGHT. I LAY ALONE IN
I will hold your hair back when you vomit Hand you tissues when you cry I—ll laugh with you and share your grief Un
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting i
Don't you ever think That when you are away I do not have you in my mind Cradled in my hands Beating with my heart
What causes an honest man to tell a bold face lie? What causes a heartless killer to sit in a 6x9 cement confine and
I slip a white hand reverently over the calm glass of the water Palm out my fingers gently stroke the surface, breaking
AS YOU CAN SEE I WILL WEAR THIS LOOK LEFT. WHAT WILL THE REST OF YOU WEAR. PERHAPS PIGIONPIE CAN GO AS 4 & 20 BLACK BI
W hat if i told you under the cool calm exterior there's a passion and desire that burns deep within what if i o
Smiling, achievement in their eyes.
Processed from an insignificant act of LOVE,
Placed on this mighty world; fear the unknown
Led through the highway of self-thought;
Stumbling by obstacles of hate & regret.
"Stand up child. It is ONLY the beginning."
Child memories decline to fade into the act of sin.
Tissues age, delicate smiles frown, tender bones contemplate;
Senile stumbles. Innocent laughs are remembered.
The aged stairs into the young;
A dimensional paradox of nostalgic memories