TheGeraldineFibbers
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I wrote this last night.
"Hate the chorus, love the verse."
Eyes heavy while I stare at these walls, that once held the secrets of the world. Blank looks- transfer our thoughts into treason Using scissors, when all I needed was your softly spoken threats- Of hating choruses and loving the verse, Knowing that's when trouble taints you. Just keep putting off sleep Or the illusion that drones on in a robot symphony.
While slumbering prophets sleep somewhere, with screaming things by their side. The brightest corners I will ever witness, and the sun was once God.
Warm things and happy smiles betrayed me, And-No I'm not really sorry, but you won't forgive me anyway.
You paid your debt to me, while neither of us will ever be indebted to each other, as long as we know the world is really flat.
Lemonade and summer headaches, all my real love was lived.
Minor hints and insipience, when the water dried on our skin. First kisses and Final ones Only doting children could find
The umbrella I held, even one more cigarette, as the ashes spilled on your faithful lies. I walk around puddles and have second thoughts Boredom is what drove you to me for five minutes. No moment longer Kissing was only funny because, we knew our hate was stronger. I am renouncing nothing, yet I'm trading you away But this is the right time, now that we've grown a little younger.
I'll make the music you'll dance to someday
None of this was real Truth only means you're lying the right way. You broke me, Temporarily I love the other version of you in some witch's second life
When baby new year becomes old, and rubble flows from our mouths Cry for war and laugh at peace Just leave me!
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"In every country where independence takes the place of liberty, the first need felt by any strong mind and powerful constitution is to possess a weapon which can serve both for attack and defence; and which, by making its bearer formidable, will mean that he often inspires dread."
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