

dear inspiration....deep down that's why finally starting to understand beginning to grasp the real reason and the motive for such emotionsdear inspiration....
jealousy anger a hollow pit raging within my stomach -
you're what i deserve or so, what i still believe when he called me
'beautiful' i couldn't look at him neverless, at his eyes never once have i been pleased to see... me i accept me but i never once loved me and then to hear you're with her -
i'm with the greatest guy someone who loves me c


the story unravelslets start from the beginning before it even happened when it was an innocent email that brought a smile to my face and made me feel good because i thought, you liked methe story unravels
the emails continued for quite some time if i remember right but how could i forget that you called inviting me over and i spent the night - in your room
and then we talked every second we could it was exciting
and something new but never infatuation though i hoped that it would, one day, be something more
you us


here comes the suneveryday the sun comes up i know it means that it's one more day spent with you my heart can't help but jump as i smile thinking of youhere comes the sun
even if it's just for an instant just to see the love in your eyes i know it's worth it because when i see you this smile of life tingles up and down my spine
you care about me and i know it you're open, honest, kindhearted - my knight in shining armor you rescued me from my past beliefs of past actions rescuing me from the standards i once held myself too
i
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I bide my time, I play the games
While darker blood runs through my veins
I wait the day that I can show
The demon that is Kabuto.
(segment)
if you steal my art, you will be dragged off in the night and dissected, inch by inch, with a rusty scalpel
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I bide my time, I play the games
While darker blood runs through my veins
I wait the day that I can show
The demon that is Kabuto.
(segment)
if you steal my art, you will be dragged off in the night and dissected, inch by inch, with a rusty scalpel
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Let's burn a hole so we can climb out
Of these paper walls and this empty house
rawr! I steal your page's virginity!!
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...and then the words seemed to fly off the page and weave themselves into a beautiful picture...
Behold. the powers of the mighty Beatnik
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