

Nothing, no one, nowhere.Nothing, no one, nowhere.Nothing, no one, nowhere.
What's going on? I can't seem to find myself lost in this sea of nothing. Please someone, something, from somewhere come and help me find myself. I'm lost and confused, dizzy beyond reason, and nothing makes sense anymore. I'm tired of being nothing, no one, going nowhere.
Please someone, something, take me somewhere. I just want to be myself again.


EternityOh no don't do that girl I don't want you to I'd never wish something so horrible apon you Never hurt yourself, just do unto those you love Cuz they'll always be there waiting, for you from above Unless they go to the pit, a dark and dreadful place But they'll always be there waiting, wishful in the face They hate to wait and want to see you with love and joy for all Never hating, always waiting for your soul within to fall They love to the end and wish for your joyous death And only wait for you, you and your last joyous breath Don't toy with fate, it is a bitch, waiting for you toEternity


HatredI hate the way I feel so confused, so numb, and dull I hate this wreched feeling, the pounding in my skull I want to live my life, and enjoy it to the end I want to live my life and set all my own trends I enjoy this wonderous feeling, this feeling of drunken bliss I enjoy the lying hatred, and the serpents sunken hiss The pain gives me a feeling, a feeling of glorious hatred And this hatred makes me wish, wishing of seeing her nakedHatred


Note To SelfNote to self... don't miss her when shes gone She's been around and she won't be here for long Watch your step and don't let her clown on you There's a million platoons of angles looking down on you She's always ready and she would never make me wait But after this life all that's left is fate Be careful what you wish for and be careful what you do Cuz she'll always be there just laughing, watching you tooNote To Self
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[link] you know you want to push it....
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don't be a slogan to anyone because you are a poetry... [link] ^^
Anioł stworzył, Diabeł wychował!
Amator patrzy na sprzęt, profesjonalista na kadr a mistrz na światło
Cheers. David.
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The color of freedom is red.
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