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A Mirror Is A Mirror

Pacing around my room I don't think I am going to come out there to see you any more. I say it knowing how much that statement will hurt you and how sorry I am before I even say it. I let it settle with you before I decide to make another attack on your heart going on about how...
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Look who's talking to their shadow like one who hasn't got a friend
Like somebody with a broken heart that is never gonna mend

Look who's walking through the night in the rain like one who's under a spell
Like somebody with alot on their mind, but no one to tell

Everyone you see seems so happy and carefree
They've found someone to love, but...
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Neil Diamond is my hero <3

Finally made that dang mixtape

A tote bag I made
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v38/herxlastxgoodbye/IMG_3175.jpg

Just wanted to say I love you all <3

Me trying my luck at making a softcore set

InInkPlease:Verona
http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v38/herxlastxgoodbye/Verona/

A day will come when I will write something beautiful

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Coach rolls into town as the smoke gathers around a rusted axel.

"Make way for royality" the shop keeper mumbles under his breath and continues to brush the poorch

The stage slows to a stop as the drive dismounts off of his high horse and opens the door for the young gentlemen and his...
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It's been a while since I had heard anything from him, an unopened letter on her coffee table holds itself responsible for opening the door she had closed so long ago. The last time I saw him must of been that night we drove up north to visit our friend Elias, it was just a few of us kids who used to hang out with...
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Taking in a breath as she rests her head among the bed frame, frame the shot, a young girl at the end of her first day of high school, her body is sore and exhausted and she still has homework to attend to. She pulls out a notebook, which is slowly taking on more sketches than it is notes. She was so bored sitting their...
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Something a bit dark but when I write I never know where things come from. It just sort of apears.
There is a story within the text.


You'll Catch Something Cruel

These eyes are awake, but they fake it
When they see their chance, they'll take it
They remain closed, knowing you're close at hand
Within an ear shot they'll hear the gun shots

Signal...
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I dont know what I am doing any more....

Waiting For The Moon To Rise

I look over to her, we have been here for hours in each others arms it seems, its amazing how time seems to slow down at those near perfect times in your life when the closeness of some one else's company is just enough to make you smile. Her eyelids heavy from a day spent dreaming of the future...
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Sixty watts watched me
Examine my breath in a backyard
In the year New England
Failed to recall
That it was March and not May
That came a lion and left a lamb
And let fog unwind the lace cobweb of life
Under the four am halogen moon.
Melt an embrace
Over my moccasin moves
And dog calls
They were arabesques and soliloquies (respectively)
Sung...
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