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Some things never changeSome things never change wether its love hate, hope, unhappiness They all have an origin No matter how different the cause The same pain comes from the heartSome things never change
We try to make things like pain Lessen or go away but no matter how many lies
We cover it with We seem to feed it more grief Something it can grow with When all we really need to try to do Is open our hearts to all good we see And welcome all those who need the Welcoming Love the people who never changed Never hate the people who hurt you
Only forgive them Hope that love c
by ~nightmarequeen1
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AfraidI want to tell you but I can't. I want to sleep for a million years Maybe then I will have the Courage to tell you how I feel. Maybe then you will feel The same way towards me. I can't get you out of my mind. You just won't leave no matter What you do to me I always think of you. Like that time you pretended To be someone else and you were telling me not to hang out with or talk to you. I wouldn't listen to you I knew better, I knew you Weren't that bad, you have a heart. You finally had enough I guess Cause these next words stung. &nbsAfraid
by ~chitmunk94
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I've had a revelation! I'm to lazy to die.
Wielder of the Obsidian Broadsword.
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Love is like a wet painting, when held still its beautiful, but once dropped its smeared with all the had beens.
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I've had a revelation! I'm to lazy to die.
Wielder of the Obsidian Broadsword.
[link]
^my myspace page I've got most of my gimp projects here...
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Love is like a wet painting, when held still its beautiful, but once dropped its smeared with all the had beens.
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Love is like a wet painting, when held still its beautiful, but once dropped its smeared with all the had beens.
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I never wished the night would end....
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