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The Female Factor # 8

sunrise makes me that while I just got good vibes, patience, creativity, desire, eggs, and I was always with the sincerity of the front and with the best intentions, you just showed doubt confusion, speculation, and cowardice.

I searched

you.

really gets me that despite that, the stand went wrong I was. Everything you were afraid to happen to you, what happened to me.

feel anger, I feel it is unfair.

How dare you leave me never have the experience to make you smile? Your cruelty

amazes me.

At times I feel much resentment toward you.

Anger, anger.

But in reality, is just a way of channeling powerless because that's what really hurts from all this. Feeling unable to feel that I reached. Feeling

never reached, I am never enough.

I took a chance from the start and each time I could, without once crossing the line or you fail to honor you and your ways.

Sometimes I feel I should have played more dirty, more selfish.

Kick the door. Wear jeans. Rotting all.

But you know what?

Your fears and paranoia (or rather, the fact that you face them, let you rule for doing so) and defects and other excuses fencer I did nothing but block your perception. You have no idea who I am, as I am, will not let you out.

And you wanted. We both know. He might not, but you and I know very well.

I'm the idiot, who threw herself and permeate me in you. Of you.

I soak in your essence. Assimilate what I could, and more too.

I met you in such a short time.

And you're beautiful.

me out knowing you so stupid and yet feel so beautiful.

I bursts.

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Evergrowing infatuation with chaos
throw around, strip around

Shoelace chokes and baffle again

I bleed hearts for future echoes

False, fake, feign, fringe
Binge, purge, hate bening


Stars of wood in shapes absurd
rising slower

This I say, when I can`t speak
for my finger's voice is shallow weak
Nails bitten, walls swelled
marching rust my veins channel

What, if not
if so,
if then

Silver rings promises
matching dreams cognosis
fever pitch
throat de-clenched
roaring storms to defy fear

She
walk on her toes I like the shore
snores it is so Unfair
really fair to Be

Plaster words, regurgitate
little letters, yells synching
Altogether Different keys in raging beauty

infinity

The screams of my eyes
That'll never hear
jailer of dreams
ashes in the horizon

Have you?

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good to see ... uh where it started. first: who clean all that after the scandal that took place during the preparation? second: Mau know that I respect from the bottom of my heart but ... if not for Helga, the cake would take an arm

Clean me, but in a batch, not all together, there is no chance.

I assume that the cake and we offended any of ahorcandote broke his arm's. It

for my talents bardear cabinets.