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it's weird. i write like that a lot, don't i?
did i inspire you?
i mean, aside from..the obvious...

i hung on your word like law one minute,
the next minute i thought it was all just a joke.

i guess i can't really say you're the only one, can i?
but i feel like i've barely done anything to deserve this.

i played a part because i liked the way it looked;
i guess i knew i could pull it off, ultimately,
and i enjoyed it, so it can't make me false, can it?
i don't think so.

i avoid the answers out there
like sunlight
like water
like air

i'm not sure why.
maybe i've learned that i can do it on my

Me And My Arrow

Wishing stars know not who they are,
Nor that they are so lovely...
>(Trust me when I think out loud!)<
Woven in my dreams are visions of your eyes above me...
>(Please, tell me that you love me!)<
Stunning in your moonlit shroud,
You take my breathe away...
<(don't blink...)>
We bleeding hearts should (for a start)
have faith in lost control.
Time will find us holding hands. We share a common goal.

Hopelessly, these words bleed out...
Please, leave out all the rest...

THIS IS ME

Fragments of An Attainable Anthem
tossed carelessly out to the infinite
void of forget-me-not...

[If you choose to abuse me, don't over-use me.
(From the very beginning, you knew you would lose me).]

CAUTIOUS CONS' COLLABORATION CANNOT CREATE CLAIRVOYANCE.

Shadow of the Sun,
I'll see you on the run!
Luck-laced fates embrace mistakes.

it's time to recreate
the date when our worlds
become
one

ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS YOU

All my boyfriend and I want for christmas is MCR :3

King Lear, Act V, Scene 3

“No, no, no, no! Come, let’s away to prison.
We two alone will sing like birds i’ th’ cage.
When thou dost ask me blessing, I’ll kneel down
And ask of thee forgiveness. So we’ll live,
And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh
At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues
Talk of court news; and we’ll talk with them too-
Who loses and who wins; who’s in, who’s out-
And take upon ‘s the mystery of things,
As if we were God’s spies; and we’ll wear out,
In a wall’d prison, packs and sects of great ones
That ebb and flow by th’ moon.”