

lacks-a-days-icalthe loveliness has gone from here, my world is missing beauty, and i'm just counting down the days, until she returns to me.lacks-a-days-ical


turn it up to 11the trueturn it up to 11
measure of
silence
is how deafening
your thoughts
become


recognizeWe're the ones who run this world,recognize
yes we, the walking dead.
We're the ones who make the rules by which your lives are led.
We're the ones who own this world, yes we, the walking dead. We're the ones who watch you fools sleep safe within your bed. We're the ones who made this world, yes we, the walking dead. We're the ones who will decide which ideas you're force fed. We're the ones who keep this world, yes we, the walking dead. We're the ones who do preside when all of you are bred. We're the ones who hate this world, yes we, the walking


To Be Like ThatThere is a small town; one you have probably never heard of. For this reason, we'll just call it Nowhere. The nation wasn't in the best of economic situations, however it wasn't in the worst of these either; but this town, even at its greatest would make some third world nations seem like middle class.To Be Like That
Regardless of this fact, the town had formed its own way of running itself. The store (there was only one, and with little to offer) was rather cheap, and most of the families grew their own fruits and vegetables, and raised their own livestock. On rare occasions, they could barter with each other if they needed. This was reserved


inside youI can still feel your arms wrapped around my body; my flesh still burns from your touch.inside you
I can still see your eyes staring into mine; searching my soul for answers.
I can still feel your lips, gently pressed to my ear, whispering words I never wanted to hear.
and I can still hear those words telling me were through as you walk away
leaving me vacant and empty.
alone, holding my broken heart with


Harryi knew there was something magical about that boy under the stairs something awfully unique about how much he truly cares this is not a familiar story this is only just its start for the scar's not on his forehead he wears it on his heart for loves that came and went throughout all these years and the marks they left behind manifest themselves in fears but he doesn't need to worry for i'm underneath his spell and to express my love for him there are simply no words to tell his magic is quite wonderful his spells, they last forever ensurHarry
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Thank you so much for your support on I'm a Fake ( [link] ). This photograph is very personal to me, and it took me a lot of effort to submit it. I still can't believe I got so much support from the community for it, and I honestly can't tell you how great it feels. I feel warm, enlighted, happy.
Thank you for this, Thank you so much
Keizie
P.S This is a message I've sent to everybody who faved it. Due to the amazing amount of support I'm not able anymore to get back to everyone personally. I tried, but it's just not possible. I hope you understand!
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