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When she's walking down the street her hair makes waves of thunder and the purest scent of silence fills your heart. You'll never see her hesitate. She always keeps it classy. She's the kind of girl who tears your dreams apart. The way she waves her lashes, she's so magical and pure. Yet so unaware that you won't see her flaws. I bet she'll keep you captured. Pull your body close and tie you as if driven by a soft and distant force. Still I've seen her high and messy, and sometimes she's drunk and sad. I've seen her shelter crackling, the cuts are clean and reckless, when it comes to it, her bruises are quite bad.

I left my home to become invincible, to conquer all the alien voices in my head. Now I know the end of each railway is indispensable. And I realise what you pay for is what you get. It took me almost seven hours to get to here. Still I have no idea what made me leave. Now I'm watching all the stars on this cool evening, thinking you were never the right one to decieve. In front of me I see the clear blue water. Right behind is all the things I've owned and left. If I knew just where to find you, I would take you here. I remember once you told me how you wanted to go West. When one day you wake up early all bewildered, dazzled by

It's clear to see we've gone too far. They tell you love's the same as war. But I can see the truth from here. In this dim light, it all seems clear. They say you're born to step in line. Each sign of hope they will decline. It's oh so easy to be accepted. Prepare for the agony and prepare to be neglected. To hell with your dignity, the same goes for your fate. As soon as you've agreed, it's already too late. Let go of your restrictions, get up and stand your ground. I'd fucking rather die than let the system get me down. As life it slides right past your nose, you notice how the curtains close. And maybe you start to understand

How come the sky is falling down tonight? How come I cannot write tonight? How come you've never ever seemed so unappealing? Yet I wanna feel the rush through my veins; losing control of my brain. I quite like it, but I don't think I'm supposed to. I don't think life will let me. And I don't want you to touch me anymore. No I don't want you to interfere with my dreams. Stay away. But don't move too far. I'm not sure whether this is good or bad. If this is me, or someone else. It's so easy when I'm forced to feel what I'm really feeling, instead of floating, unaware of my exsistence. The shock value opens your eyes. Th

It was an early morning. The air was cold and crisp and the white fences down the street were covered with soft, sparkly frost. Everything was very quiet and she thought to herself that had her hearing been just slightly better, she would have been able to hear the sound of her own heartbeat create an echo that would swagger from house to house until it reached the end on the world. Her hearing wasn't that good, though. She was wearing that red scarf her mom had made for her ages ago. Back then she thought it was embarrassing to wear something her mom had knitted, but now she didn't care about things like that anymore. She had grown up. "Y

"Hey you." "Oh.. hi.. Hi, how are you?" "I'm good." "Glad to hear it." His eyes are still the same colours as I remember them to be. "Having fun?" "Yeah, it's cool." "Music's a bit shit though." "I agree." "Not like Klaxons." I smile. He remembers. Of course he does. "Good times." He laughs. I smile again, happy that he finds me entertaining. "So. How have you been?" Since when, I wonder. Since almost two years ago, the first time we met? "Okay. I… Mhm, I've been okay." "Good." "What about you?" "I've been okay, too." "I'm glad." He watches me without saying anything for a while. As if he's looking for something he ha