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User Image antisocial.gayliens Posted: Jan 23, 2018 2:24 AM (UTC)

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👽oh, ms. believer - twenty one pilots👽
oh, ms. believer, my pretty sleeper
your twisted mind is like snow on the road
your shaking shoulders prove that it's colder
inside your head than the winter of dead

i will tell you i love you
but the muffs on your ears will cater your fears
my nose and feet are running as we start
to travel through snow
together we go
together we go

we get colder
as we grow older
we will walk
so much slower

oh, ms. believer, my pretty weeper
your twisted thoughts are like snow on the rooftops
please, take my hand, we're in foreign land
as we travel through snow
together we go
together we go

we get colder
as we grow older
we will walk
so much slower
•••••• {itchy shirt-tags}

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User Image unfabulosa Posted: Jan 23, 2018 2:07 AM (UTC)

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🥀Can we lose our minds and call it love? 🥀
User Image suicidiumlunaelumen Posted: Jan 23, 2018 1:54 AM (UTC)

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All the pain that you feel, you can tell that we ain't makin no love
User Image xdarlin.g Posted: Jan 23, 2018 1:48 AM (UTC)

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You don't really have to mind death. What power do you have for it. When it comes, it comes. None can prevent it. From sitting beside you the doctors are honest and sometimes too stupid to give you a promise for another extension of life. A hope that poisons the mind instead and makes our recent stand rigid and unreasonable. For those who have seen the light on one hand sees death as a welcome experience. In fact a festivity, another coming experience, another full moon at the bay, another bus that has arrived in a far away town, another train that honks proudly its arrival in another station, another flight to a distant sky that dresses the world and puts it to a very silent sleep and this time whether you like it or not. You are set upon this journey that gives you fear because there is no ticket for your coming back. It is the false notion that you can never come back. You don't have to panic, take this as easy as unbuttoning a shirt, zippering a pair of pants and unzipping it when the evident and the inevitable comes. When the urge signifies an unloading. Well, it looks like we simply have to pull a string. Let the curtain fall and just be ready for the next show of the garden blooming on the month of May. Just the same make the best out of it dance, dance till you tire but fall if you must, slip if you can have no shame there is still another chance really & they call it a surprise to nowhere upon somewhere...- The Last Dance Of Your Life // RIC S. BASTASA.
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