FILTRATVN
Leave me alone, I barely dodged your web, I wanted to forget you, but you just cannot get off, Why cannot you just take this fuckin' step? I watch you change your mask literally every second, DON'T MAKE ME DOUBT THAT IT WAS YOU WHO MADE THE HOLE IN MY HEART, DON'T MAKE ME GET ATTACHED TO YOU, YOU'RE ALWAYS LIKE POISON, YOU HURT, I STILL HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN THE WOUNDS YOU GAVE ME, THEY STILL HAVEN'T SCARRED, I COULDN'T SEW THE CRACK IN MY HEART THAT WAS SLOWLY BREAKIN' MY HEART IN HALF THIS IS HOW LOVE TURNS INTO FEAR AND HATE, THE PAIN YOU GET FROM A LOVED ONE AND YOU LOSE TRUST, AWFUL N' PAINFUL FEELING JUST LIKE I SAID, LUCK IS A BITCH LIKE THE FATE WITH INJUSTICE. IT'S NOT WORTH THE TIME AND NERVES, I POUR OUT THE PAIN IN VERSES, I WOULD REALLY DROWN THAT BITCH IN A FUCKIN' DITCH, BUT THIS IS REAL LIFE AND HERE I'LL BE STABBED WITH STICKS, THIS IS THE HAPPY LIFE THAT HAS BEEN TALKED ABOUT SINCE CHILDHOOD, BUT NOW, FOR SOME REASON, REALITY LOOKS MANY TIMES DIMMÉR IN HIGH SCHOOL. Looks like I've been stuffed with lies and false hopes since childhood, and it's a pity to realize it at such a late time...
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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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