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STEALTH CONTINUES MY LIFE, I'LL DRAG YOU INTO THE DARKNESS AROUND THE CORNER, KILL CONTRACTS ARE STILL CURRY OUT AT NIGHT, Don't say freedom has a price tag, I can say that I know the feelin' of violence, I go to hell only to give all the dead to Satan an' back ONLY I CAN CUT MY HANDS... Bitches have never been in my plans, In my soul there has always been a barrier between mercy an' sadism, Do you think I think 'bout this lil' thing? That cares me fuckin' the least, Aye, I'll throw your damn head off the cliff, I'll break your chest, you will not breathe, I'll take your life from you like a thief, YOU WON’T ACHIEVE ANYTHING ANYWAY... Take my knife from my HEART, All the walls in blood are my sign, Why can't I stop losin' my head and suffer from a soul HOLE? I know that demon spies are Haunting me behind the WALLS, My soul is in a cage, WITHOUT GOIN' FREE, I'll shed all the hatred on you, overwhelmed with rage, I made a cut on my arm and got what I wanted to ACHIEVE, I’ve been in a vicious circle of hatred for several WEEKS, And I can't be healthy, I'm no longer obsessed with wealth, The first thing that started to put sticks in the wheels of life was wealth, I began to feel pain to myself, I JUST SUFFER EVERYDAY, If I died I would become a lost ghost, I can drive you through the same circle of events in which I was, I doubt that you'll live at least one day, So sick of hidin' the truth WITH PAIN EVERY WEEK SINCE MONDAY, I'M TRYING TO BE HONEST, AT LEAST FOR NOW, THE DEVIL SAID THAT I WON’T LIVE UNTIL TOMORROW, Let's see if he's right... Haha...

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shadowlinxxx morgan

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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Минає час, минуло й літо, І тільки сум залишився в мені. Не повернутись вже в дитинство, У радості наповнені, чудові дні. Я пам'ятаю, як не переймалась Та навіть не гадала, що таке життя. Просто ляльками забавлялась, І не боялась небуття. Любити весь цей світ хотіла і літати, Та й так щоб суму і не знати. І насолоджувалась всім, що мала. Мене душа моя не переймала. Лиш мріями своїми я блукала, Чарівна музика кругом лунала. І сонечко світило лиш мені, Навіть коли були похмурі дні. І впало сонце за крайнебо, Настала темрява в душі моїй. І лиш зірки - останній вогник, Світили в океані мрій. Тепер блука душа моя лісами, Де вихід заблокований дивами, Які вбивають лиш мене. Я більш не хочу бачити сумне. Як птах над лабіринтом, Що заплутав шлях, літати. И крилами над горизонтом, Що розкинувсь на віки, махати. Та не боятись небуття, Того що новий день чекає. Лиш знову насолоджуватися життям, Яке дитинство моє знає.

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