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If I could write you a song to make you fall in love, I would never write music because I would feel horrible for forcing you to love me

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What if verbal abuse left the same scars as physical abuse? Would it be taken more seriously? That’s what photographer Richard Johnson hopes to accomplish with his new photo project, “Weapons of Choice.”

The series uses a makeup artist to put bruises and scars on photo subjects. Embedded in these violent marks are some hateful words typically associated with abuse, such as “Stupid,” “Dumb,” “Trash” and others that are much, much worse.

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... how longs it been now and I still can't get his songs out of my head.

I haven’t watched Sweeney Todd in about two months, why am I still singing these songs in my head?

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Of course, my first post for a long time is going to be a selfie even a smile cuz I got a job a fiance and I'm finally happy with my life.

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She protects me from the demons that haunt from my past, and from myself as a whole she makes me feel better than any needle I ever used, any drug I ever did. She makes me want to let go of all the memories filled with pain, better yet any memory that doesn't contain her, she looks at me and I can't help but blush and smile , get nervous and scared. I know I am in love really I am, And I know I'm happy to have the most amazing fiancé I could ever ask for. She asked me to marry her yesterday. How could I not say yes? Exactly I did, and have not a single regret. Nor will I ever, this is something I will never forget. I knew I saw a future when I first asked her to be mine, now I know I'm promised one an amazing future :)

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"I really need a life. I have one, but it's away. I need a life to distract me from all this worry and the pain."

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I swear, celebrities pass up such amazing chances, if I was famous I swear to you, I'd post a selfie of me in tighty whiteys hold a plunger in one hand a banana around my neck on a necklace and a gray mustache just because I could an people would like it They would all like it. But no I do that now and everyone just freaks out. Lucky sons of bitches.

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The Plunger and It's Peace

Press the plunger down the vein

and watch all of your life flush away

down it grows going through your arm

it teaches you that it causes no harm,

it goes further and further through your chest,

you feel that feeling at ease and at rest

THEN IT HITS YOU

it really hits you

right in the heart

making you grow dark

you cannot see this evil for which it be

just remember, you're not the holy

You're not god standing high above

youre that fuck up, high and picking at bugs

those fucking bugs,

THOSE LITTLE FUCKING BUGS

flesh by flesh

you rip each chunk

as you tear away inside your lungs

don't you see?

The peace that it brings?

It's death,

but atleast by feeling happy.

Don't go broke

don't give it up,

without it how else will you achieve this peace?

The peace of mind,

that requires not even a piece of your mind.

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Nothing like laying down to take a nap while watching a few episodes of the X-Files.

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Thoughts, - paranoia, a curse to all.

I shiver at night,

as I begin to die of fright

fearing what alas belongs in the unknown

no human nor being should ever see,

or ever know

what I have been shown.

I've seen the devils face,

oh how it glows

It burns into your head,

constantly telling you what it wants to be said

those thoughts

oh those vast magnificent thoughts

never again shall I be caught blind by deciete

by a cheat

don't you see, i'm no voodist

but i'd go to one,

just to get through this,

i'm a chicken running around,

trying not to lose his head

Cast down from the stars,

is the darkness I store within my heart

inside my brain,

I curse myself for being so damn smart

I want to be a fool,

thrown into a world

where I can ignore how it's so cruel,

where I can hold my breath,

not even realizing by the end

it brought my death,

I don't want to fear,

what I can't see clear

but alas i'm no fool,

and for one I wont be played

I'm a fly, a simple fly

intangled

intangled in the spiders web of lies

I can't see which way to run,

which way to go,

what choice to make,

or who to know.

So I sit there in the middle of this horrid web

awaiting, just awaiting

what will get me in the end.

So If I be wrong?

And i'm not stuck in this web

well, my brain plays tricks,

it's torturous smile, and that smile sticks..

by then i'll be dead.

And it'll move on to the next.

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so jellyfish don't make delicious purple jelly...?

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A taste of pleasure so long denied.

The snip the snap

of the old mans back

his spine

oh god his spine how it divide

the feeling given to I , was just so divine

his eyes

oh those beautiful eyes

they had seen so much,

and were worth the crush

I slipped a blade with quite a rush

behind the lid of the old mans eye

how the blood shine!

Radiant in the moon light!

I just wanted a taste and now i'm in love

Shove I did, his body to the ground

he scream loud as I start to pound

the pleasure I feel! This is unreal!

A gift bestowed upon me

this pleasure

Oh god this pleasure!

Let me repeat it now,

as I cut into the old mans chest

I lay his body, not allowing him to rest

as I cut for the skin that cover his heart

that man had heart,

I admired it before it went dark,

I lost my mind, and gained just heart

RIP! RIP! RIP!

There went and arm, just for me,

I took his ring so graciously

A prize for me

for all to see

A sign of pride! For everyone who ever doubted me

now I stand here, over a sea of blood

smiling as I have a stolen some one

I feel the beast with in me,

it growls out so happily

it makes me run around and dance like a king

oh god this pleasure..

oh god this.. pleasure....

what have I done! What have I done!

My god... what have I done...

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Death of a life - Poetry,

Just with a blurr,

Just a flash of the eyes,

no sound can be heard

but your own demise

how quickly it feels

the feeling is un real,

as everything crashes down

just as your reaper had arrive

do you fear it?

With that snickering grin,

with his scythe grown thin

do you fear,

the thing you've been waiting for

in the end

as it slowly takes your hand within,

no pain in caused,

you are a friend

a friend to death

and a friend of men

death is only a humans true best friend

humans are raise

d to die in the end

so hang that picture in its frame,

hide from the moment

for which its came

that knocking you'll hear,

thats deaths cane

come out of your cave

dont live in fear,

you'll see death watching

within the mirror

turn down the heat

the fog will dissappear,

then you'll see truly

what is clear.

So dont fear my dear

as I lay there lifeless of cheer

i'm waiting on friend

hes so near!

I'm waiting for him to step

into the clear.

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The Green Mile, I haven't seen this in so long, I had forgotten how much I love it.

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I think i'm going to actually attempt to paint something tonight and take a break from writing. WOOOO!

i'll be back in five minutes when i tear up the picture am done scrubbing paint from everywhere.

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"I'm a helpless romantic, not hopeless"