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Sick
Your eyes spell rejection once again.
Loneliness is not a very good friend.
Overlooked tenfold and I feel dead.
Where does happiness begin?
When does the repetition end?
I'm sick in my own skin.
Your eyes spell rejection once again.
Loneliness is not a very good friend.
Overlooked tenfold and I feel dead.
Where does happiness begin?
When does the repetition end?
I'm sick in my own skin.
this is a very strong write!
I love it's simplicity and its punchiness despite it being quite a sombre peice! a great balancing act!!! Well Done!!! Cheers SS
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Thanks
:)
:( it bugs me that it rhymes
:( it bugs me that it rhymes then stops :(
also why do you feel sick in your skin? she is clearly a fool for rejecting you! you rock!
Much Love
Ashley
thanks!
:)