My StoryMy tears are a river of pain Running down my cheeks and neck I try to be strong, but your just stronger My cuts and bruises tell my painful story About my life of abuse, my life of fear But as my bruises and cuts heal It tells a different story. A better story A story of how one person dragged me from the dark When I thought all hope was lost, he gave me more Now I am stronger than I was before...stronger than you!My Story
UntitledYour gentle embrace fades now Your soft chuckle a memory, Fading with the wind on a cloudy dayUntitled
All the songs, games, everything Now just a figment of what was Your soothing presence now mere imagination
They say I'll see you in heaven That I'll get over it sooner or later But none of them realize my pain, the hurt inside
Hug me once more Tell me your tales All I want to say is 'I love you'.
Me
u know u got a point there
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Yes. I will have one happy meal, no pickles.
GOD HAVE MERCY ON YOUR SOUL IF I FIND ANY GODDAMN PICKLES!!!!!!!!
..... and I'd like the Princess toy, thank you.
-mishes bryan and hits self-
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Yes. I will have one happy meal, no pickles.
GOD HAVE MERCY ON YOUR SOUL IF I FIND ANY GODDAMN PICKLES!!!!!!!!
..... and I'd like the Princess toy, thank you.
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