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Bloody RhymeOne, two, buckle my shoe.
It should've been me. Not her. Me.
Three, four, break down the door.
So many questions, but why, why, why?
Five, six, she's next in my mix!
I'd give anything. That's what I'd told the doctor. Blood, a kidney, a new heartwhatever it takes.
Seven, eight, piece of cake!
Three minutes and forty-two seconds. That's all. I left the room for three minutes and forty-two seconds. But he only needed three minutes and forty-one.
Nine, ten, bye bye Jen!
Bloody murder, bloody baker, bloody butcher, they said.
Eleven, twelve, I'll add to my shelve!
Flatline, they said, nothing they can do, they said.
Thirteen, fourteen, I'm getting quite keen!
I'll kill him, and then I'll kill me too. Because its my fault, and I'm guilty, guilty, guilty!
Fifteen, sixteen, is this the sister of that bean?
I'm the trap, and he's the mouse, I'm the bait, and he's the trapper.
Seventeen, eighteen, she couldn't have see
I'M SO BUSY Sorry! >///< I know I said I'd do some stuff, like "oh I'm doing this" or "sign me up," but then I didn't do anything. I really am sorry! I probably will get around to do whatever I said I'd do, but it will probably be late And this also means I will be unable to commit myself or participate in much anything anymore on here (for now)...
The reason I'm so busy: THERE ARE SO MANY REASONS. ;u;
"A single dream is more powerful than a thousand realities." Someone
I won't bother you with a long list, but to sum it up... School, a few auditions for this and that, moping about the guy-who-shall-not-be-named, projects, life, and OTHER peoples' lives. Oh, and I was thinking of where to get a job. I kind of always wanted to work at the movie theater...:u
my face is in so much pain right now and this is after I ate my self pity ice cream //sob
Let's go CRAZY, CRAZY, CRAZY,
'Til we see th
Puppet and the PuppeteerSpider silk lies entwined around my wrists,
Blurring my eyes and fogging my mind.
He whispers rumors and criticisms,
So harsh to the point of "truth."
You are a loser,
With a smile, But it's okay, I'm here!
He is my friend, he tells me,
And he only wants what's best. Right?
Don't worry about it! he insists,
Convincing me everything is fine.
My dirty little secret into a dirty little addiction,
And I'm still reassured, Relax, I promise it's okay.
I lie to myself over and over,
As he guides me the wrong way.
I'm a puppet strung on insecurity,
He's the puppeteer with empty promises.
Why do I listen to this man,
I'm your friend, can't you trust me?
As he corrupts me the way I wanted,
Destroys me in ways parents dread.
Now I am nothing but a pawn,
A sacrifice for his checkmate.
And the funny thing is,
I don't regret a second of it.
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