He smothered me
He held me
He kissed me
He drowned me
He killed me
He felt me
He cried [for me]
He cared [for me]
He carissed me
He blinded me
He broke me
He drained me
He licked me
He bit me
He scarred me
He [didn't] let go
It is always the little things which are the hardest to let go of
I will not laugh
I will not cry
I will not regret
I will be loved
[by someone else]














Comments
--
The progress of an artist is a continual self-sacrifice.
A continual extinction of personality. - T.S. Eliot
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"And then I stabbed him in the eye with a pencil!"
He carissed me i believe it is spelled "caressed", just though i should let you know
other than that, keep it up hun. if you dont know the band Thursday check out the song "Cross Out the Eyes" im listneing to it as i read this and they seem to go so well together, i think you will like that song
all in all, keep it up, peace
mike
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Wonderful work - you must be feeling inpired lately, it's great stuff!
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...Kristal...
"Dying
is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well"
~Sylvia Plath
--
...Kristal...
"Dying
is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well"
~Sylvia Plath
--
...Kristal...
"Dying
is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well"
~Sylvia Plath
--
...Kristal...
"Dying
is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well"
~Sylvia Plath
--
Save °jark!
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