

MoreAnother rude awakening another cup of coffee another trip, Another bell another class another wish to be somewhere else, Another bell another walk another pair of alluring eyes, Another inside joke to break the ice another cheap laugh another missed chance, Another moment stunned in beauty another dream another snap back to reality,More
More bells more classes more walks, More people more friends more talk behind backs, More drama more drama more drama, More lies from a liar more brags from a bragger more attention to the needy,
More work more stress more hate for people,
Comfort

Another Ball UnraveledAnd as we tumble to the ground My knife finds his chest: a sheath His blood tells a story known A sighing moan announces his endAnother Ball Unraveled
His grip releases my sleeve It is of no use to him now His blank stare locks mine His mass fully meets the snow
And as he lies amongst the white His heaving chest deceased
My mind ruminates the thought “What have I done?”
“The lock of battle sealed his fate” “It was his life or mine” These words though they are my own Comfort me not
What was his purpose? Was it to end here? Or is t
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I don't know...
Thanks for the favs!
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I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space.
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Screw boemians and their rhapsodies!
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Screw boemians and their rhapsodies!
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Screw boemians and their rhapsodies!
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Screw boemians and their rhapsodies!
hey im garret, and im a real cool guy. but i dont act like i am too cool for school.
and i make a mean metalhead.
and emily is impressed at how i can burp on cue whenever i want."
pretty dead on, right?
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The function of the artist is to provide what life does not.
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