it hurts... it hurts so much... it hurts... it hurts...
left in the filth, left to die...
i... i cant see... i can hardly see... images... images of things unreal... flash before me...


Final PoemWhy are you sad, dear statue? You've seen more happiness in your life than me.Final Poem


SuicideThese rotting bones I drag them to the corner To put myself to sleep Another night came bySuicide
Oh, dearest mother Are my ears broken? I only hear my screaming Oh, dearest mother Am I really broken? I only see bleeding
"Goodnight, goodnight" I hear your voice Amidst this static And this blackened room For once in my life
My ears are broken I hear what I shouldn't be And not what I should hear
My sight is broken I see what I shouldn't be And not what I should see
My mind is broken I c
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Seven deadly sins
Seven ways to win
Seven holy paths to hell and your trip begins...
Seven downwards slopes
Seven bloodied hopes
Seven are your burning fires
Seven your desires...
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Your efforts are noble but useless.
You will not triumph, but you cannot yield
For if you do, what little good there is
Will perish.
~ Noble But Useless, ~missirina
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Nothing fancy, just a melting castle:
[link]
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As an asexual, I feel obligated to taunt you, and publicly not have sex with other people in front of you.
=rayne-gallows
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As an asexual, I feel obligated to taunt you, and publicly not have sex with other people in front of you.
=rayne-gallows
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As an asexual, I feel obligated to taunt you, and publicly not have sex with other people in front of you.
=rayne-gallows
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