

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


Driving Until Nowis it cliche to say you think you know me but you don't?Driving Until Now
it is cliche for you to sit there judging me holding me to some ideal - a mere fantasy as to who i am supposed to be?
what if i break that? step outside the box, and question who you once though you knew?
what if i lived beoynd that? made choices and lived... neither a life of love or hate - but a life beyond what you knew, to be true.
instead of situating in the stereotypes what if i didn't fit? what would you do if you couldn't place
Devious Comments
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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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