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Untitled July 3 2008 Torturous skin leads torturous livesUntitled July 3 2008 by ~nikazumi
Bleed now for the aching morning falls
Know not what you see
Nor what you hear
Believe in only yourself
If even yourself
Don't ruin yourself with priceless whores
You'll victimize your every deceit
Keep your head on straight
And lead what you want through holes of happiness
Lies fall hard on fatal ears
Practice distrusting stories
Kill those off that never once lived
And have those live that you'll never see again
Cry at night till the 'morrow bring sun
See the light shining over the windowpane
Cry then too because the pain is not gone
And hope the day only brings rain
Oh happy
Invisibility I'm invisible all over againInvisibility by ~nikazumi
You make me feel this way
How can someone that makes me
Feel so good about myself one moment
Make me feel like shit another?
I've never understood it
But I guess it's always happened
I'm always so good to you
Always trying to make you happy
But I guess its a one sided thing...
You tear me down...
Just so you can pull me back up again...
I hate that...
Yet I'm manipulated by it every time
Every god damn time you do it
I'm manipulated
And I'm deceived
And in the end
Its always my tummy that hurts
Because I think that I did something wrong
Its always my mind thats racing
Because I begin t
The Setting Sun Only a small amount of times have I actually watched the sun set over the horizon, but each time I did, it was beautiful. The sun would be a bright orange in the blue and purple sky, tinting the white clouds with pink. Some say there's nothing more perfect than watching the beauty of the sunset over a Texas horizon, out in the country, and to be honest, I would agree whole heartedly. Sometimes the feel of being alone and watching the sun--your legs pulled up to your chest, arms wrapped around them, and your chin resting in between your knees-- is the most exhilarating feeling you could have in the world and I wouldn't trade the euphoria for eThe Setting Sun by ~nikazumi
Words We've strived and felt convictionsWords by ~nikazumi
The suicidal friend still nose in book
Tender words mean so much
And yet so little...
So much has been lost in a year of passing...
And only some to be gained in that same time
Words revolve around us like a hollow grave
Where we wander aimlessly looking for those we carry dear
Why do we speak when only pain comes from voice?
Why do we live when only hurt comes from life?
Why do we strive when all our efforts lead us toward failure?
We've grown to hate
Love
Cherish
Despise
Appreciate
And curse what ever we have come to know
We all grow...
We all live...
We all die...
And not a damn
Artistic 
Sta.sh
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"We watched the setting sun, a perfect orange glow. Both about to cry for our final farewell."
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"We watched the setting sun, a perfect orange glow. Both about to cry for our final farewell."
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You may not know it but I love you.
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- our love story
- my randoms
- facebook
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I belong to the blank generation and
I can take it or leave it each time
I belong to the _____ generation but
I can take it or leave it each time
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Meow! Meow. Meow...
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I am Born Deaf is cool gothic person
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"You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves."
-Mary Oliver, Wild Geese