

hayleyi remember the day, when we could afford to be silly because it didn't cut into our lunch money, which is all we reallyhayley
had.
i still think of tomorrow, and how wonderful
everything will be.
so take your time, coming home, as long as you
make it back, because the cookies are warm on the table.
i still think of yesterday, and how wonderful everything was.
we have plans for next thursday, it's a
beautiful thing, and i love someone too, guess who.
and i think o


once and we are all forgotten.and when everything fades away, i'll still say that you were still the only thing resembling innocence in any of our lives.once and we are all forgotten.
we're all so damned, that we never really had a
chance at salvation and this is like God's game of chess but we're only pawns.
we fly like rainbows fall, and we are still not close to forever.


ungrateful by definition.i'm like you were thrown from theungrateful by definition.
seventh floor, of an six story building. and then humpty dumpty
tried to put you back together into me.
i'm just a less cute version of that mud under your feet, and the dirt that you spit on was just like me.
i've spent so many nights wide awake, waiting,
watching my conscious for a break in my rusted-through armor. i'm not as strong as you think.
while we both could do better, we still don't feel like giving in to prescriptions. after a


ultraviolet.well i come from a town where fourultraviolet.
above freezing is nice and toasty in the summer, we're all made of fml's.
well i keep secrets in my walls, and my heart on
my sleeve, but you never really adopted me, you only promised after
all.
my sister had a
plan, to run
away from home,
i decided my execution was better though her planning lacked.
i watched as my vocal chords were ripped
out, raped, and replaced in- side my burnt-out throat, i didn't need them
anyway.
| i'm pretty simple. if you're reading this. i love you. |
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'oh just ignore her
she's the kind of girl who only eats meat to find the wish bone'
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a melting pot of truth and fiction
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"Spirituality means waking up, Many of us, even though we don't know it, are asleep. We're born asleep, we live asleep, we marry in our sleep, we breed children in our sleep, we die in our sleep without ever waking up."
De Mello'
thanks for the all the favs. hope you enjoyed them.
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And so it is, just like you said it would be.
Life goes easy on me
...most of the time.
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