

SurvivorHow could I sleep in the bed where my blood was spilled? This room stays gray and I do tooSurvivor
yes he broke me I won’t deny it, I won’t be ashamed not anymore
but I am a survivor And I will move on with my life
these wounds will heal And in time, so will I But this room will remain gray And I will too Where my body may forgive, I won’t
And we won’t forget I’ll remember I’ll survive
And the sleepless nights I spent dreading the nightmares won’t be in vain I will overcome I will be strong And I’ll keep
P.S. yeah, fuck love!
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"it's too orangey for crows, it's just for me and my dawg"
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"An ounce of perception, a pound of obscure" -- Rush
One cannot run a country like one runs a business.
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see U
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Design, graphism, photography, graffiti and urban art^^
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~minddecay-stock
Favourite Artists
~~RRy~~silverspun~*etc-etc-etc~
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When Atlas held the world on his shoulders did he wonder why he was made to do a woman's job?...did the burden on his back give him effeminate hopes of high heel shoes and short tight skirts? ---My Journal
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heart and soul
one will burn
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