GlassAs I touch the glass hand I realise that nothing in life is real nothing Nothing can be held nothing nothing can be destroyed but everything how do we know we really exist? we don't how can we tell if we are real? we can'tGlass
As I look into the glass swirling with twists of fate and an endless mass of love and hate I can't be sure If I am real Or if I exist or what I feel Is really there and really alive or is it just there for our minds' derive? Yet no one can tell for no one can see
Craz'd
totally..... i would add it to my favs...
if this is who i think it is
(duh, duh, duh)
(suspensfull music)
I was just in cuba today....
i ate at the bistro
I less than three you,
Mikil
add something or the demons will come and take over your soul!
woot for soon to be awesome hair!
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Our apathy is a cancerous division of what is right from what is wrong. Humans make themselves the monsters under your bed-your mistake's become the brand on your bodies-the outward mark for other's to judge you by. If we live deftly, we can escape them.
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Our apathy is a cancerous division of what is right from what is wrong. Humans make themselves the monsters under your bed-your mistake's become the brand on your bodies-the outward mark for other's to judge you by. If we live deftly, we can escape them.
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