He was from the UK & everything.


hb pencilI'm fine,hb pencil
I am fine
like a hb pencil
But when the led snaps you'll realise I'm not efficient,
smooth
nor sharp,
and to hold me in your hands will seem pointless.


sdakhsdkjahsdkjahsdkjhasdWhen clocks stop ticking I know you'll be mine But we do not look at each othersdakhsdkjahsdkjahsdkjhasd
With the same eyes And these thoughts in mind do not travel down my spine To get the courage
To say it


Sad SongI connect with every word of a sad song. I used to think I was special, but now I realise I’m becoming more of a cliché every single daySad Song
love dulls on me, like when you dislocate your arm,
pain is default and the heartbeat in your arm whilst you're laying on the grass becomes a new kind of harmony
however, I’ve dislocated my tongue,
and these thoughts in mind, are no longer related to the prose I recite,
I’m dying. syllables and words are clogging in my chest and they're trying to climb up my throat
heartache be
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Nothing is so good it last eternally. Perfect situations must go wrong. But this has never yet prevented me, wanting far too much for far too long.
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!alvetor
-Mandy C.
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~Li
"Remember friend as you pass by.
As you are now so once was I.
As I am now so shall you be.
So take my hand, and follow me."
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