The AfflictionThe AfflictionThe Affliction
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will trample and consume me.
Have mercy, please beat and stone me. Spare me not the lash, I will receive it gladly.
Pain cannot be perceived until the affliction is. Tangible wounds heal and are forgotten.
Those of the soul
do not mend so freely. It is an open sore, rotting the mind like cancer.
HypocriteHypocriteHypocrite
See around you all others, not you. Filled with deceit,
the space around you. Tell the failure he is what you say. The fool educates the ignorant. No room to talk above the sanctimony. Do you realize
what you are? As much as one touched in the head. Told I am weak by the truly feeble. If justice were real you would be told. Do you really think you can mask your inferiority? You chose to breed no one asks to be born. I want divine judgment for each of you hypocrites.
Time Heals All Wounds, But OneTime Heals All Wounds(But One)Time Heals All Wounds, But One
There is no wound of the flesh that can began to compare to what leaves nothing left not a thought, nor a care
It can break you to pieces in the blink of an eye a wound that never ceases bleeding, waiting to die
The foolish will wait forever a mistake, made in vain though if you are clever truth may prove insane
This pain of which I speak, pain that will tear apart an end is what I seek to mend a broken heart
The snow....All the snow falls down, it is so white and so pure. But I'm afraid this is something, I can no longer endure. At first I was certain, that you were my moonlight dancer. But there was still a question, and now I have my answer.The snow....
I thought it would hurt more, but the pain has already faded. Am I simply going crazy, or can I really be this jaded? Is it that you're still hung up, on the one I just call "him"? Or is it that you're scared to go out on another limb? I took me almost all four years to finally get it out. I can tell by all your
And thanks for the
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Somebody set up us the bomb.
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Somebody set up us the bomb.
Thanks for the fav on the snow.
What'd you think?
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'Tis said of love that it sometimes goes, sometimes flies; runs with one, walks gravely with another; turns a third into ice, and sets a fourth in a flame: it wounds one, another it kills: like lightning it begins and ends in the same moment: it makes tha
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Art is parasitic on life, just as criticism is parasitic on art.
Harry S. Truman
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