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Punctured SoulPlease tell me why again Such a thing is causing me pain Tell me why again now Everything's so damn confusingPunctured Soul
Is it knives or is it swords That puncture my heart today Stabbed with needles, beat with boards Would feel better than this now
Confusion of everything How is it something  


My Sweet PandoraAs Pandora opened her box You opened your mouth and destroyed my world You brougt this pain in my life Evil, controlling, misery Dominating my mindMy Sweet Pandora
You are my Pandora My sweet Pandora Destroying me as I shower you with love You are my Pandora Sweet, sweet Pandora Capable of nothing but death
As beautiful as you may be Pain is all you can give to me Death himself can not hurt As much as your eyes do Every time you look at me You destroy my soul
You are my Pandora My sweet Pandora Destroying me as I shower you w


This time never endsOnce again I look down at my clock Yet again, it's 11:11 It appears that this minute won't stop I'm trapped here in this time againThis time never ends
This is the time that I spend waiting for you This is the time that I lie awake
This is the time that I miss you most This is the time that I miss you the most
Eternally stopped in
This moment forever Constantly waiting for My misery to end If this moment won't change Forever I'll be in pain And I'll constantly cry here out loud
This is the time that I spend waiting for yo


Ten times a ritual[Ten times a ritual (the sleeping turn twice)]Ten times a ritual
And proceed lay down deep dark thoughts of reality scream like the never beast of the clear man see clean cut visions of yourself and bleed a heart shape box
ninety four disgraces
an uneven number at truth i think your fucking beautiful will you sleep with me tonight?
Oh then its ten times a ritual
so im ten times a saint so lets call on our god and cut ten times with slate
an absolute mistress an angel at heart and sight and i think your fucking beautiful ten times


ExcuseIt all started with an innocent, insignificant three-letter acronym. Sunday night, I was curled up in my room on the fourth floor, reading the book we’d been assigned for English class, when I heard the familiar musical beep of my messenger system. Normally, I don’t bother checking. I figure that if someone doesn’t care enough to take heed of my away sign, then they and their message can just sit and rot. Sunday night however, my mother still hadn’t returned from work, and I thought that perhaps she’d attempted to contact me via the internet, rather than weave her way through the tangled web that is her office’s phone system. I mean “Press 7Excuse
Icarus's Wish
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This is about not having to put your hand on your own buttock and pretend it's a woman's breast...
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This probably doesn't make any sense but I'll say it anyway.
Immortality
This fight started by ~nakira on December 5th
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