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melodicatastrophe

  • thoughts of ten days.

    simply fingering the memories how dare i to subside telling myself over again the moments they have died its going to be okay repeating; its goinna be alright shall i ...

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  • a broken blue

    sometimes the stars sing songs; they sing of days hope had wings and sometimes the sky keeps secrets; never speaks of days of stolen memories she thinks of the years, ...

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  • catastrophe

    oh, jealousy is the newest trend the newest fad in this .. democracy hatred is a girl's best friend and rumors are the next-best accessory from the catfights to the ...

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  • nostalgia

    these memories are haunting me. some black and white, some color as menancing as no other reality in my wake. voices so much louder than ever before- repeating those daunting ...

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  • the girl who cried wolf

    and she says she's okay really, she's alright- and image of a broken star hangs above her head, a halo; self-pity is no longer a fight because there is no ...

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  • * bubble-gum flavored medicine

    don't you say the past is haunting you. its haunting us all. from the blood-thumping lull of the passing minute, the fleeting year- decades gone by but still sitting in ...

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I lingered round them, under that benign sky: watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells, listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
— Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights