Sticky messSticky MessSticky mess
Nothing but a Popsicle stick, That melts on your hand, While we sit and listen, To our favorite bands. While the sun beats down on the back of our hands, Giving us farmer tans. The Popsicle stick drips on your lips, With a delicate touch, And a kiss on the lips. Such a sweet taste, Like nothing else what so ever, This binding love will last forever.
By Justin Woodson
Break throughBreakthroughBreak through
Why do u run away, From something that doesn’t exists, Nothing more than a dream, So sweet and innocent, But yet scary and frightening.
You scream in your dreams, You destroy your own hopes, But why must u tear apart, The one that give u hope.
We try to help, But wee fail, At the attempt, To make u realize and feel, What are u doing to yourself.
Finally someone had broken through, Everyone is wondering who, I can tell you who, It is I the one who broke through.
&nbs
Not a thing I would doNot a day goes by, That I don’t think about u. There is nothing I would do, To stop myself from loving you. Your more than I can handle. I see the burning candle, That burns bright inside u. There is nothing I would do, To stop myself from loving you.Not a thing I would do
Devious Journal Entry
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R.O.T is coming run. Run for ur life its gona destroy us all.
Peace, Love, and WARFARE!! Muhahahahahah
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YOU DO NOT NEED TO ADHERE TO THE IDEALISTIC VISION OF BEAUTY MARKETED BY FASHION MAGAZINES AND NEGATIVELY REINFORCED BY A SOCIETY DUMB ENOUGH TO BELIEVE THAT BEAUTY ONLY APPEARS ON THE COVER OF A MAGAZINE.
FUCK THEM ALL!!!
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<3 TiNiCHAN
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'if you could see the world through my eyes, you would cry too.'
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Justin Woodson
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