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The Recipe of MeThe recipe of me starts with a C I've changed how I used to be Now I'm like a sunset on a warm summer's day And smell strongly of vanilla in the middle of May My eyes are pools of brown hot fudge My lips are like roses, red and smudged My personality is like a blooming flower, always ready to learn And my brain is yearning to Live, Love, and LearnThe Recipe of Me
A Tale of Fading AwayVentilator down your throat Keeping you alive Making you surrender now To all the guilt insideA Tale of Fading Away
Shallow breathing Cold shaking hands Bloodred eyes Just a body in a hospital bed
Dead corpse Breathing none Now another day is done Tomorrow comes, an hour more Lets hope less work is in store.
by ~jimloomis
by *IMustBeDead
The name's Caleigh. I go by Caleigh Catastrophe on many other sites. I roleplay as Keiiri Mitari. I like hats, scarfs, and kitties. Please check out my works. Comments are appreciated.  |
Message From Mississippi!
Tired
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i'm not afraid to die. but i'm afraid to dry./
"Je ne suis pas d’accord avec ce que vous dites, mais je me
battrai jusqu’? la mort pour que vous ayez le droit de le dire"
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“We are all going,” were McKinley last words to his wife, and we sure are.
There’s your labyrinth of suffering. Find your way out of that maze.
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96% of teens wont stand up for God. Put this on your page if youre one of the 4% who will.
I really love photography.
Expecially when the subject is cats.
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“We are all going,” were McKinley last words to his wife, and we sure are.
There’s your labyrinth of suffering. Find your way out of that maze.
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Mein Gefühl und mein Empfinden,
nehmen ein, reale Form.
Du bist schuld an mein'm Erblinden,
und der Wunsch nach dir enorm.
Sag wer bist Du überhaupt ?
Aus dem Nichts bist aufgetaucht,
hast mein armes Herz geraubt,
brich es nicht, es wird gebraucht.
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“We are all going,” were McKinley last words to his wife, and we sure are.
There’s your labyrinth of suffering. Find your way out of that maze.
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"i embraced the summer dawn."
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“We are all going,” were McKinley last words to his wife, and we sure are.
There’s your labyrinth of suffering. Find your way out of that maze.
Ahaha. I'm so lame.
Fb isn't working for me right now though.
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“We are all going,” were McKinley last words to his wife, and we sure are.
There’s your labyrinth of suffering. Find your way out of that maze.
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