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No Songs for the DeadIve been crazy for as long as I can remember. Sometimes I forget what its like to live a normal life. But hey, whats normal? I could be sane and everyone else could be crazy, isnt that a crazy idea? Let me take you back a bit, it all started with her, like every other teenage love story. Her name is Rachael, Rachael McClain, and I was in absolute love with her. Youd figure from the start of this story that Im going to beat up her boyfriend or save her life from a dragon or whatever. Then marry her and leave on a boat out onto the sunset. Well youre right, half right, or maybe not right at all. All I cNo Songs for the Dead


I See ShadowsI See ShadowsI See Shadows
I see shadows, Shapes of human beings, None truly exist, But are there never less, I see lights, But only a few, Not too many, The shadows dont even notice, But they wish, They wish to become light, They will never be light, Because they are stuck in the shade, Once you truly let go, And see what I see, Then you can become light, And if youre lucky, You can light up those shadows, But again, You have to see what I see


And then came youAnd then came you, fires blazing, cities burning. and then came you, hopelessness, despair, trauma. and then came you, my live was far and lost, and then came you.And then came you
Despite the fire, you came to save me, despite the trauma, you came to save me, Even though I was impossible to find, you came to save me.
I always feel sad, when you wern't there, I always cried when you wern't there, But alas, you WERE there. And you always will be.
Even when I was,
into a pit, in a hopeless situation, you


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My pulse racing, heart beating, beads of sweat falling down my face. I lose control of the world. My world collapses. Reality collapses. I am here, here is no where. I am in a world of nonexistence, a place of horror, a place of dismay. I am trapped in a pit of my own mind, trapped in a terrible dream that I cannot awake from.


For ChipAnd so it begins . . .For Chip
A word on the page A dab of paint A piece of paper A blank page of twins . . . I watch her colors, she watches my black scribbling On endless pages together . . . Creating characters of black and bold With the breath of life, we breathe our children free from the paper.
robyn blue
But I
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If the world is a stage and the people are the players, then who is the lead?
do you even come on here anymore?
xD. hi. =3
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"I wish I had six fingers so I could have a real rainbow!"
yeah, i do:
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i'm heidi and i'm feeling fine
how r u
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