Birthday: Dec 30 2000
Location: Somewhere in neverwhere
Last Seen: Mon, 18 Jun 2018
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When i hear all the pain from nearby, i decide to hear but not listen.
So you can speak... but you cant tell
And when you need to tell... you must see,
and listen... even if it hurts you
-To hear is to perceive sound,
to listen is to create a memory
To look is to perceive the world,
to see is to create an image
To talk is to comunicate,
to tell is to make your story, and feelings,
known, so that who listens can create a memory
"The roses have wilted_ The violets are dead_ The demons run circles,_ Round and round in my head"?
- WHISPER WAZ HERE!!!! c: WOOF~! XoXoX .
Sticks and stones may break my bones, this will hurt a week, month or year, yet when you speak, your mouth wont keep, and your words echo round and round forever, my demons find the painfull ones and will torture me forever. .
Mary had a little lamb its heart as dark as mine, and anywhere where mary went the lamb was sure to go, but eventually its heart broke, mary cried as she held the lifeless body of the dead lamb
Roses are red violets are blue everywhere i go i am thinking of you, the thoughts so thick suffocate me with the way you left me, hanging from the roof one day you were found and now its nearly my turn