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Addicted to your LoveFuck me, stab me, Make me scream and bleed Like the way I know you want to And the way I want you to. Because in the end what does it really matter, When all we have is each other? Pull my hair and I’ll pull yours; If you give me what I want I promise I’ll be yours forever. And maybe if we try hard enough, Together we can block out this pain, This loneliness that threatens to tear us apart. And if you tremble, I promise I’ll hold you in my arms And tell you everything will be okay If you promise to do the same. And I can feel it now,Addicted to your Love
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La MerCan you hear the soft jingling of bells And the tenderness of my words As the warmth of my breath caresses your nape? Are you still with me in this world Of the living and the dying Or have you already resigned yourself To another place, A place of peace and calm Where the eternal tides of time Crash up upon the beach And wash away your pain and your sorrow Like the writing upon the sand?La Mer
I know, I know; I haven’t always been the best to you And I know that I have let you down. If you were a lesser person, Perhaps I would ask for your f
by ~awhiffofether
Holocaust - IThe brilliant azure blue skies of just a few weeks ago seemed to be gone for good. They had been replaced with a daily mask of thick grey clouds; one of a few signs that the cornucopia of autumnal colours had given way to the fog and sleet of November on the West Coast. As the rain washed down in icy sheets, people went about their lives as usual. And why not? Freezing rain at this time of year was nothing new, in fact, it was more of a daily occurrence than an unexpected one.Holocaust - I
Besides, the rain was considered a blessing by many, despite the biting cold and general all-around dreariness it brought about. After all, it had been an
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I Don't Wanna Be No SoldierThey tried to break me; Cut my hair and my dignity. They honed my body Until it was sharp as a knife And my tightened belly Cried out in hunger. They took away my individuality And pressed a gun into my arms To kill and wreak destruction. “It’s simple,” they said “Just point and shoot and watch them fall dead.” But I don’t wanna kill no one Mama. I don’t wanna be no soldier Who hands out God’s judgement. Would I be able to look his family in the eyes And tell them that he deserved to die? That I could take hiI Don't Wanna Be No Soldier
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- Current Residence: A collection of blankets
- Interests: Art, fashion, film, hockey, literature, music, photography, RPGs
- Favourite band or musician: Nine Inch Nails
- Favourite genre of music: Alt Rock, Classical, Jazz, Singer-Songwriter, Trance
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the way you swing your hips in jeans
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