Tash

Do you love me?Will you miss me when Im gone Will you mourn me Will you lie awake and think About what used to be And when I leave without a word Leaving so many thoughts unheard Will you realize that you loved me all along?Do you love me?
Will you cry for me when I die Did you love me When you lie awake and think
About what could have been Will you stay here in the light Or give up without a fight And heed the call of death fatally strong And realize that you loved me all along


Look in my EyesJust look in my eyes and Pretend its not fatal Pretend its not hopeless Pretend its okLook in my Eyes
Well shut tight our eyes to Pretend that well make it Pretend were not starving Pretend were ok
I see from your eyes you Pretend youre not aching Pretend youre not dying Pretend youre ok
You cant see my eyes but Pretend Im still living Pretend Im here waiting Pretend Im ok
Mornings

The Thing About ClichesI. If this were a cliché,The Thing About Cliches
A poem, or both It would be about sparkling midnight skies and heartbeats and flowers and sex.
There would be oceanic eyes and rain that tastes like tears. Well throw in anxiety-riddled murmurs and metaphorical bullets and allusions to sharp objects for pity.
This is not a cliché anymore.
So instead I wrote about the flavor of emerald and the fragrance of April hope. I painted pictures of a perfect pencil, poised over a blank page.
II. If this were a romance, A message in a bottle, or both It would still be clich&
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-I don't care if it hurts, I want to have control. I want a perfect body, I want a perfect soul-
I love AFI lots, too.
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98% of teenagers can walk normally without running into walls. If you're one of the 2% that can't, copy & paste, etc.
"You must be a twig bug!"
"I am not bubble wrap!"
"SQUEE FOR YOUR LIIIIFE!"
"Thankyou, Daniel, for I almost fxd a pterodactyl."
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-I don't care if it hurts, I want to have control. I want a perfect body, I want a perfect soul-
Central New York is nice, too though. it's quite, and peaceful (-ish. except for high-school mini-dramas of course.) It's definitely quieter.
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98% of teenagers can walk normally without running into walls. If you're one of the 2% that can't, copy & paste, etc.
"You must be a twig bug!"
"I am not bubble wrap!"
"SQUEE FOR YOUR LIIIIFE!"
"Thankyou, Daniel, for I almost fxd a pterodactyl."
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-I don't care if it hurts, I want to have control. I want a perfect body, I want a perfect soul-
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