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The me in the MirrorThe girl in the mirror Built on lies Is slowly suffocating the real me Until she diesThe me in the Mirror
Nothing good, Only bad. Nothing happy, Only sad.
Only relaxation, Never pain. Only sunshine, Never rain.
The girl outside the mirror Build solely on trust Slowly breaking free of the other For her life, she must.


Dreamer - Chapter 7CHAPTER SEVENDreamer - Chapter 7
The drive home with my father was quiet, the radio the only sound to comfort the silence. Neither of us would say anything. Neither of us would even look at the other. The road and passing cars were all we focused on. We started up the little dirt road leading up to our dark home, feeling as though we weren't moving very fast, but very slow, almost as if the house didn't want us there.
As we parked the car, we just sat inside for a moment, neither of us wanting to make the first move. I heard my dad let out a long breath, trying to get up the courage to move. He took the keys out of the ignition, and lo


A Single PassingA single day passes In an instant A single year passes In a breath A single life passes In a whimper A single life ends In deathA Single Passing


Dreamer - Chapter 6After everyone else had woken up and had breakfast (though to tell the truth I still couldnt eat a whole lot), we got ready to go back to the hospital. I was dreading the ride there, and the knowledge of what news may be waiting for me. Regardless, I got into the car, and we made our way down the same roads I took in the ambulance that night.Dreamer - Chapter 6
When we finally arrived we found that the only people there were the nursing staff and my aunt (my moms sister). I could only assume that my dad was there too. When my aunt saw me she came over and gave me a hug.
How are you doing? her eyes fi
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ChangesSilent words and lost transgressionChanges
Mingle with the pain
Unworldly breathe sorrow’s oppression To stinging acid rain
The cuts of hearts are disinclined
A vestige filled with pride See the wrist its watch and timed Feelings you can’t hide
Tears to drip a masked facade Dread that lies in wait Rip away a soul to fade turning love to hate
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Kto wiedeńską ma krew, kto choć kroplę wiedeńskiej ma krwi...
Ten zdobędzie co chce, ten do szczęścia otwarte ma drzwi...
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~*~Samy~*~
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Kto wiedeńską ma krew, kto choć kroplę wiedeńskiej ma krwi...
Ten zdobędzie co chce, ten do szczęścia otwarte ma drzwi...
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I`m part of portraitpencilart & musical-fans & realismclub
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~*~Samy~*~
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