What lies beyond this thickened mask-
Is merely a question I always ask...
Under the moonlit sky
Festooned with stars...
It's morning; it's two.
i should get some sleep...
It's morning; it's two.
i should get some sleep...
Perpetual hiatus-
My own oxymoron...
They know nothing of the tears
that she cried when she's alone...
To disappear is bliss
to embrace that nothingness...
Under the moonlit sky
Festooned with stars...
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There are 3 kinds of people in this world: |
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I use make-up so you can see me crying from far away... |
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"Although it's been said many times, many ways... |