makaylaniana
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I found my heart in a corner laying down crying. I found out the boy that I love was going home sighing. He never loved me any way,but I found him on he ground an he was crying
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makaylaniana
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I found my heart in a trash can dying if I cry any more I will start sighing if the boy that I love found me now I will start defining if he comes righ back what will I do I won't come home ever again till I start hiding
*BeefSupreme (01)
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You found your heart there? Mine was In a toilet cuz I ate burritos last night. Flushed me clean
_PlayfulSweetHeart_
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An Ode to Misery
Ode to misery, thé slayer of souls,
You slander me reckless, in thé deepest of holes,
Oh i wish i could lié here, all alone in this pit
But you Côme back to bite, when ive already been bit,
And when i stop bleeding, thé saddest despair,
You mâke me go crazy and tear out m'y haïr,
And thé stress is just killing me, i must depict,
For ive bitten m'y fingernails down to thé quick,
Youre à cloud of more warry than à dying old maid,
I havé Nothing to offer, no debt to be paid,
How should i go on in your decietful appearance?
I am rendered quite sallow, when i only Want clearance,
And then comes à point under binding constitution,
Where im brought to décision of à fatal solution,
So ill throw back m'y head, down à bottle of pills,
And hope its your présence, it finally kills...
--Kitten;Ꭰ
Ode to misery, thé slayer of souls,
You slander me reckless, in thé deepest of holes,
Oh i wish i could lié here, all alone in this pit
But you Côme back to bite, when ive already been bit,
And when i stop bleeding, thé saddest despair,
You mâke me go crazy and tear out m'y haïr,
And thé stress is just killing me, i must depict,
For ive bitten m'y fingernails down to thé quick,
Youre à cloud of more warry than à dying old maid,
I havé Nothing to offer, no debt to be paid,
How should i go on in your decietful appearance?
I am rendered quite sallow, when i only Want clearance,
And then comes à point under binding constitution,
Where im brought to décision of à fatal solution,
So ill throw back m'y head, down à bottle of pills,
And hope its your présence, it finally kills...
--Kitten;Ꭰ
_PlayfulSweetHeart_
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That took forever man:0