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If you were to open my shirt, either by consent or by force, if you were to rip apart the buttons or button down slowly. you would find dozens and dozens of little scars inside. Each not larger than your thumb. With my chest now bare, you could press upon them. You would find, not only pleasure at my pain, but that each one bore a name. Family, strangers, and society alike, had left their mark on me. as I screamed in silent agony. But you'll find to your surprise that most of these scars bear my name. My neck was so clean, my arms and legs barren so ignorant of the scars you have found. Now however, kneeling on the ground, my chest is bear to you, Exposed to the worst you might do. There’s no going back, no closing my shirt. The choice is yours to chose, What will you do?

Emotion can be held so close and tightly fixed And anger is a stress to us all in life So does a pill of unclear nature really work From opium to heroin ,morphine and fentanyl and oxycontin to so do you all cotton on life can be a puppet on a string add a benzo a valium or clonazepam or lorazepam to if mixed together unfortunate things will happen to you Even though life becomes relaxing with less moments for anger and stress So a true addiction begins to form so do you cotton on to what i say becoming a puppet on a string this control is their only way

I think of purple And I think of her Even while knowing Voilet is the colour She wants. Slightly different, Yet never the same.

You should always be true to those feelings deep inside Because then all feelings and thoughts can never lie So you never have to fear as you go through life Just open your mouth and speak with all honesty And your true feelings you have for life and yourself And all the truths of emotion you accept for yourself And all those thoughts that make you blame So like all fear of the dark That makes all honesty just disappear Driving you crazy and your mind around the bend But in all honesty what put all those fears there That just stops you dead,as you look into darkness from the top of the stairs So all your friends go first into the darkness to the bottom of the stairs Because those shadows in darkness we all sometimes fear

The clock fell backwards today. the only moment in our short lives, that we can travel back in time. Because we like to savor the daylight we call ours. Nature will persist. Every day never the same. Even if we pretend, only for a moment, that we can live this day again.

What is of this world, that I shall miss when I am gone? Is it the decaying meadows that were once green? Is it all the oceans I desired to sail upon? Is it the quiet town I moved out of? Is it the people I thought I knew? Perhaps it is time, time for the little girl to find a home.

In every silent prayer ‎Someone whisper your name. ‎ ‎A glimpse of smile appears ‎Whenever your name is mentioned. ‎ ‎When the clock hits 11:11 ‎You are the one and only wish. ‎ ‎You'll never see the version of ‎How you're exist in someone's heart . ‎ ‎You would have no idea ‎How much you've been loved. ‎ ‎every version of you is worth loving ‎Ohh to live in the same lifetime as you..... ‎ ‎

A chirp and a song A beautiful redbreast That just melts my heart On the snows On those winter drifts He looks at me Then he moves so fast It becomes like a miracle A robin to catch

Some people just love to correct what you say and love to do No correction just thoughts of all dirty accusations to throw at you They don't care if you know or if you know the truth and meaning There are accusations of no, is there accusations of the truth Their thoughts to a degree dispel the thoughts to know into life Maybe people should learn to read to make sure they understand The meaning of justice to no,And the meaning of all justice to know And am no stupid dr no,but knowledge i do like to know and really understand So one day the real dr know will make a really good last stand And no and to know will have no more accusations in this land My name is dr know and my nick name is the shortened truth So you can call me this name and see all of the truth and thats Noel No and know

Music holds memories tighter then my eyes hold tears When your song starts to play Again. Like we are stuck in a musical, I sing louder each night & each night I hope for a different ending. You turn your back on me in every single one. When your song starts to play Again. I remember what it means to have loved you.