

Sam "Bellows LingleYour pounding headache Brown bottles strewn about the floor Leaving pungent alcoholic splashes To wash away the memories You cant afford to keep A stain pervading your shirt Red and oblong The last strand of proof To the half-conscious fit of laughter Ending with you on the floor Beneath your stairs Clutching the banister loosely Laughing Always laughing Neither the laugh of a good joke Nor a well placed line Or that of a cherished memory relived But one of torture Of societal regiment so strict Trading freedom for an embracSam "Bellows Lingle
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by *ahermin
by =SamuraiChopstick
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MCR is love.
it's what i do ♥
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I know, I was there, she said it to me.
And my life is pretty amazing right now, actually. And you?
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Tragidy is when I cut my finger. Comedy is when you fall into an open sewer and die.
Want to be a vampire?----------------->[link]
I live for the day I die.
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I know, I was there, she said it to me.
that, my friend, is SOME compliment
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Read Cheating Destiny by James S. Hirsch!
Diabetics. We're here. On deviantART. and you'd better respect us, or we'll stab you ruthlessly with our needles!
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Tragidy is when I cut my finger. Comedy is when you fall into an open sewer and die.
Want to be a vampire?----------------->[link]
I live for the day I die.
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All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.
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Tragidy is when I cut my finger. Comedy is when you fall into an open sewer and die.
Want to be a vampire?----------------->[link]
I live for the day I die.
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All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.
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