CVME DXWN
Open your eyes, you are too high, Expand the boundaries of your vision, COME DOWN FROM THE SKY, YOU'RE NO GOD, YOU'RE ALIVE, Drop your chin, It's disgusting to see, YOU'RE ARROGANT, You think you can spit in any face? NO, MOTHERFUCKER, YOU CAN'T FUUUCK, I WILL RIP THE SKIN OFF YOUR FACE, I WILL SLIT YOUR THROAT AND LEAVE IT AS A CASE, What? WHAT'S ON YOUR FACE RIGHT NOW? SURPRISE? YOU'RE DROWNING IN YOUR OWN LIES, EVERY MOTHERFUCKER WHO LIED DIES OVER TIME, THEY POISON OTHER HUMAN LIVES... I DON'T GOT TIME FOR YOU, FUCK OFF, WILL YOU GET A BROKE SPINE IT'S A FORTUNE, LOG OFF, DON'T RELY ON NATURE, IT DOESN'T SPARE THE PUSSYBOYS, Ah, YOU WILL BE DESTROYED, I WILL MAKE YOU PARANOID Try to reach the sky, he sees all the sins you desperately try to hide, He won't listen to your lies, do you really use it as a pride? Uh, If you start digging deeper you will reach hell, If you see the face of a real devil you will turn pale, Even though I've evil in my veins, IT DOESN'T MAKE ME CALLOUS, You curse me so much that the vessel IN YOUR HEAD WILL SOON BURST Open your eyes, you are too high, Expand the boundaries of your vision, COME DOWN FROM THE SKY, YOU'RE NO GOD, YOU'RE ALIVE, Drop your chin, It's disgusting to see, YOU'RE ARROGANT, You think you can spit in any face? NO, MOTHERFUCKER, YOU CAN'T...
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The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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Черничные пироги, молоко с мёдом. Приходи. Почитаю тебе стихи и раны замажу йодом. Буду исцелять поэтапно все твои трещинки и порезы, даже в твоё заледеневшее сердце, поверь мне, — смело полезу. Повір! Залізу без страху. Без жалю, не боячись. Бо наше розпалене вогнище змушує бути хоч чимось. І тільки не хвилюйся — ми не розчинимось. Ні одне у одному, ні у часі. Мы снова столкнёмся, неспособные противостоять этой связи. Истощенные, но в друг друге, нашедшие дом. Якщо не перше життя, то і не перший том. Не перший різновид мов у моїх віршах. Не найдёшь меня в жизни? Отыщешь во снах. За той дверью, где я нам в пирог добавляю чернику. Приходи. Мне одной без тебя здесь ужасно дико.
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