

Through My Eyes...You call it useful; I call it pointless. You call it logic; I call it confusing. You call it difficult; I call it perfect. You call it challenging; I call it exciting. You call it unusual; I call it intriguing. You call it strange; I call it interesting. You call it real; I call it fake. You call it the truth; I call I lies. You call it emotion; I call it self-expression. You call it hate; I call it fear. You call it cruel; I call it misunderstood. You call it strength; I call it weakness. You call it beautiful; I call it ugly.Through My Eyes...
You call it crazy; I call it love. &n


White walled roomwanting to be part of the outside world again out looking in not in dreaming out wanting to be called sane again i just want to get outWhite walled room
can you feel their stares, looking down like some little child within a white walled room, with no excuse but to say "her"
"she drove me here- this point, where i stand" i said but i realize now, spending hour after hour on the carpet singing our song, tracing her name
its me- im here becuase of me doesnt matter what anyone said or did i drove mself here to this state &n


Underneath everythingstreet lights guide me, "i dont know the direction just keep walking youll find someone" they mentioned lost myself to drugs and regrets, wishing memories of actors and movies just wanting romanceUnderneath everything
i stare up, light burning my eyes its been a week, since ive actually been outside
cars passing me by, passengers waving goodbye i look for another direction, with every new sign lights still cutting my eyes shes not here, by my side
lost and lonely, in a world without love does anyone want me? struggling with
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I watch life just like a horny kid watches his first porno, in a state of amusement, curiosity, excitement, and intensity.
I love your writing. its simply amazing
oh and.. thanks
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Ich Liebe Dich.
Je T\'aime.
Te Amo.
L'amo.
Ik hou van u.
Amo-o.
a.k.a
I Love You.
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