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Tuesday, December 9, 2008
; 2:01 AM

This is not a feel I enjoy

Not at all, not one bit

It makes me hate

But it brings more love

 

There are others who love you

Just like I do

When you talk to them

I am afraid you might love them too

 

All they do is talk to you, about you

They share my dreams with you

How can I not feel this way?

You’re all I have, and they’re taking you away

 

I love you so

And I know that you know

I am trying hard to control myself

I just want you to be mine, no one else

 



the dysphoric rocker.

jan.
eighteen.

fuck me up and i'll fuck you up. i don't live for you, nor you for me. i don't care what you think, your opinion of me won't change me one bit. i've had enough of those.

sex drugs rock n' roll is the way i live my life

euphoria.



psychedelia.
listen to paradise.