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Harangue francaiseVous êtes toujours sur mon esprit
vous ne partez jamais
votre image est brûlée dans mon amour des yeux i votre odeur
aucun mot ne peut sonder comment je me sens qu'aucune image ne pourrait afficher mon émotion que vous me rendez heureux
tellement incroyablement heureux
dans le ciel sur terre
lorsque je suis avec vous
je souhaite que vous pourriez comprendre
comment vous m'affectez
comment vous pouvez me tuer avec quelques mots comment vous pourriez me soulever vers le haut
comment vous pourriez changer toutes mes pensées dans une rupture simple
vous me terminez
vous êtes toujours à mon coeur
soyez simplement étonnant
et n'arrêtez jamais
veuillez me tenir
et ne laissez jamais vont
comprenez s'il vous plaît, cela que vous êtes le seul
UnwantedDo you ever feel unwanted?
Do you ever feel like
When you walk into a room
No one likes you?
No one cares?
That it doesn't matter if you were there or not?
Do you ever feel like
You life has no meaning?
That you're insignificant?
Do you ever feel sad
Like you have nothing?
Like you are nothing?
Does your life
just feel pointless
Everyone has that feeling
At some point and time
And some people
Feel that way all the time
Are never alone
No one is ever alone
No one can really help
If they haven't been what you've been through
But that doesn't mean
You don't share the same pain
Mirror MirrorMirror mirror on the wall
Who's the fairest of them all
Is it the girl across the street?
Or maybe the one at the mall?
The asian one with jet black hair?
The blond with the royal blue eyes?
The red head with long smooth legs?
Or the brunette with a mind so wise?
What is beauty in this world?
Do I have it within me?
Can I really be attractive?
Is there beauty people see?
My skin is not smooth
My hair not soft
My eyes not wide
I'm not amazing at all
Mirror Mirror on the wall
Who's the fairest of them all?
Could it possibly be me?...
No it couldn't possibly..at all...
Leaving Southampton She was in the kitchen when he stumbled in noisily, tripping as he went past the shelves and catching the edge of the table to keep himself from falling.
Pretending not to hear the stream of curses that followed, she kept her eyes fixed on the dishes, letting her hand trail in the soapy water. There was a loud scraping of wood against grimy concrete as he drew a chair and collapsed into it. At this she looked up, and after a moment's hesitation, she said, unnecessarily, "You've been drinking."
He clutched his head and said nothing. He hadn't shaved in weeks and stank of sweat and alcohol; he looked much older than his eighteen years.
They sat in silence for a while. Then he announced, loudly, "Fuck."
She didn't bother to tell him off. She just waited. And jumped when he suddenly brought his fist down, hard, onto the table.
"Our lives here are s
Our DutyWe swallowed the path home
Because we were hungry,
Though starving is an ongoing
Story, an empty bag
Dancing in the streets,
Full of an unfastened voice
Walking through the house,
Wind unchained, heart admonished.
Heaven fills its eyes, crawls away,
That sleeping boat content to follow
The vacant waves, intervals
Of dying that we dare not interrupt,
And we watch the kind ear shrinking
From our charcoal docks; heaven
With a full stomach crawls away.
This is what we were put here for.
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