you standing in between a garden of white peonies
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“Loyalty isn’t grey. It’s black and white. You’re either loyal completely, or not loyal at all. And people have to understand this. You can’t be loyal only when it serves you.”
— Sharnay
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if i did kill myself when i planned to i wouldn't have to feel guilty
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crawled on the wall
sticked out my limbs
but only to fall ?
chasing light like it was home
only to know
thats where everything goes wrong
fell again to the floor
my thin limbs dont
work like they used to before
but all i can see is light
and anything else is just white
so i crawl and crawl
only to fall
i see another making to the light
they got inside it where i once was
but my limbs don't make marks
in these dried walls
no one would know
i was there before
my limbs are too weak now
but only know one way to home
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the lights were slipping through my fingers
my hands on your waist
im searching for more days
more hours under the green lines
they're playing our favourite song
my lips should be your tattoo
behind your ears
take my hand and run away
the night should be eons long
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you're that song always playing back in my head that put other ones to shame
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if loving you was self warm i wouldn't stop bleeding
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you touch the fences of my heart and some fingers got through the holes
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i guide them to dig deeper but no veins they scream about your lips how once they were home now they're leaking and bleeding your name
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why is my screen stained in blood when my fingers should be dripping on your honey
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you're the glimmer on the lake and blood stains on my knife
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whats it like to lock your fingers with someone you love
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my heart is a huge mansion abandoned by its owner but the rooms are still available , but people rarely do stay , there's always a bulb broken , the doors rarely get fixed and the walls are almost peeling but there's a room that still feels like a mansion the sunlight shines soft , the sheets are fresh made and the room smells like vanilla and a hope that someone might stay. and maybe on somedays i think i would've gave you the keys not just for an holiday
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i have my mothers care
and my fathers selflnessness
and they're both fighting to be heard
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