

Memories?I get the feeling sometimes, That I am not me. I have what some might call, False memories. Though to call them memories, would mean that they have happened. These things that come to me, have yet to come to pass. So what are they? Who am I? What is my purpose in this life? Is this really me? Or was I reincarnated? These questions run my mind, driving me to find the answers. Are these images my imagination? Or am I meant for something grand? Many would like to believe that, They are meant for something more. Maybe we are. MaMemories?


Open...You let me in when we first met. You couldn't believe I loved you so. I let you in unconditionally. We shared our souls, And then you left.Open...
Now you find these guys. Guys with problems they hide well. Closed off from emotion, closed off from you. Though you are more open to them, Then you ever were with me.
You bear your cuts nobly. Though each one must be deep. I tell you a lot that I am here. But what I don't say I bear as well. You know what I feel. I only ask to be let in again.


The Lies Your ToldThey told you, "your ugly." You told yourself, "I'm hideous." Someone lied to you.The Lies Your Told
They told you, "your stupid." You told yourself, "I'm an idiot." Someone lied to you.
They said, "you cannot." You said, "I never could." Someone lied to you.
I ask of you one thing, please stop lying to yourself.
Until we speak again, mein Freund, I wish the best of luck to you and stay safe.
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Eternal is that which cannot be released...
mmmm Fuck it, release it.
~charlie
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*buriedtreasure a place for you!
i always have to investigate whos watching me... mmm kay.
~wanders on muttering to herself, and looking for over her shoulder to make sure youre not following....
no youre completely lost
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my god is queer. my god is scared. my god paints a pretty picture.
grins wickedly... you have no idea what you have given me free rein to. nope.
hehe dont worry, ill come up with something good in time passing.
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my god is queer. my god is scared. my god paints a pretty picture.
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Eternal is that which cannot be released...
mmmm Fuck it, release it.
and hey now i have it in writing your premission for me to fuck with you.
kay.
~runs around excited jabbering to the horror of all looking on, before she drops dead of a heart attack
too many ideas, too many questions, too much too much
system failure
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my god is queer. my god is scared. my god paints a pretty picture.
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Eternal is that which cannot be released...
mmmm Fuck it, release it.
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