Stories
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Puppet on the Devil’s Strings
On the outside You’re painted white To hide your imperfections You hide it well But time will tell The luster of your lessons Though I may see It’s not just me Others have found you out While darkness falls Light still crawls Time to scan your amount Pain and suffering mark this world…
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Perfect for Me
Who is the girl for me? What will she be like? Something unimaginable I suppose For I have no idea what to see I picture a bride, Who deep down inside Wants to cut me to pieces! Adrenaline rushes, I must defend. In the end, We tame each other of those wild habits. …
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Best Friends
You, who know me best The jokes we share together. We are separate on occasion, But you know me best Why is it we connect? Are we twins of different births and mothers? Could such a thing happen? Let alone exist? We exist, That is enough for suggestion. Calming effects occur when you’re…
