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Summer Stars, Falling, FadingSummer stars falling, fading all around Used to be this beauty like that one there The one falling from the highest point in the sky The one smiling, blue eyes, blonde hairSummer Stars, Falling, Fading
(You've got a sensation that just won't quit) Well I call it last season's bedside bedstand regret (Not everything was meant to be, but you said) But you said, but you said, but you said
Would you like to forget the summer before after (Yes I'd like to forget it) Last years summer bound up in a bullet charade (Saying things that were better of without being said) We saw the shower of star
by ~creepingON
Introduction to OxygenHave you ever woken up in the morning, to find out that it was three o' clock in the afternoon? Have you ever thought about something that you wanted to put your on twist on the event, only to find out that the event has passed and what you wanted was not what had happened? Well, what if you could wake up one morning and your life was out of your hands? That's where I come in. This is a story about how things that happen aren't always what you want, and how what you expected was far from what you knew.Introduction to Oxygen
He was sitting up in his bed, hands over his face like he had something to cry about, just like every other human being o
by ~creepingON
Deck the HallsDecking the halls with boughs of fury Tra-lalalalala-lala-la-la Tis the season of the melancholy Tra-lalalalala-lala-la-la Don me now the wayward carol Tra-lalalalala-lala-la-la Fall under the spell of the skin and marrow Tra-lalalalala-lala-la-la....Deck the Halls
Just for the record, I bet you one and nothing, dead and condoned That tomorrow's going to be a mistake, and one sadder than before Piano keys drolling over the sorrowful mysteries we've sought and sown Daring one, two, three, deck those halls and call the Christmastime whore
See the blazing gap between us &nbs
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Sarcastic MethodLove. You say it's something you feel, something you sense, a charismatic aroma that sucks you in like a Dustmaster 3000 sucking in the dust bunnies under your couch. Well, here's why it's impossible for love to be your driving force.Sarcastic Method
Premise 1
Love's only there when you acknowledge it. You don't bother fumbling around in the dark, so to speak, for love. It's not something that just pops out of nowhere. It's the only thing that will make you take a step back and have to look at, am I right? Are you telling me that love hits you like a train hits an oncoming car in the middle of the track? You can't be serious. Love's
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I Hate Myself For Loving Youin intermittent jolts, like a train carriage butting its forerunner, like the hairs shot by my electricI Hate Myself For Loving You
razor straight into the beartrap of my lashes or the stutter of rain on a day like this one - like
how I strike through my To Do list, or how I make up my mind to do something, like cannonfire or Nicholas
Cage acting well or like phonecalls from home or the shower's skutting start, the goliath wave
that turns over the boat. I know this is no way to do it - and I know, just as well as you know
I should love you like a bobsleigh run, like the
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