

.tragedy.tragedy.tragedy.
remember the girl? she was as beautiful as the razors in her pockets and the blackness in her heart was in her eyes
remember the children who were slaughtered in vain
and drowned in the rivers of war? and as their laughter faded off the world became quiet
i remember a boy his smile shone through his broken heart. his broken home was what finally crushed his soul
life became a tragedy the other day she called me and told me she'd given up.
©athena dykman...march 2
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I don't need first aid, Hank, I need you to stop choking me and hitting me with fire extinguishers.
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Why is it every time I need to get somewhere, I get waylaid by jackassery?
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Why is it every time I need to get somewhere, I get waylaid by jackassery?
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Am I your anything?
for my visuals
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Why is it every time I need to get somewhere, I get waylaid by jackassery?
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Ahem, OONZ OONZ OONZ OONZ.
how have you beeeeen darling!?!?!
I like your art
here have some
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