Orphans of the American Dream
In a world void of feeling or heart I know that we are the torches in the dark. Coldeternal- -xWBCx -Militant Straightedge-
♫-Literate-Published -Educated - MudBlood-Socialist -Teacher- 7 years free of self harm- Unrepentant-Survivor-
I'm not a teenager but I play one in my head.
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Screw you, I'm from TX♫
I love sellouts, liars and fakes, I want to ride their self pity steam train straight into the closest brick wall. Please tell me a sob story, call me your hero, tell me you love me then sell out your soul to suck the dick of popularity. It's what I live for, really.
Christopher, Я о тебе не забыла
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November 22, 2011
6:46 pm
Butterflies are Free
They assigned her spirit to a butterfly
because it made them feel better
that she nestled the muzzle of a gun
into her long blonde hair
and pulled the trigger.
They now see butterflies
everywhere they go
and ask
“Is that you, Leann?”
I did not know this
The day I found out she was dead
We were touring Arlington National Cemetery
and I saw the largest flock of butterflies
I had ever seen:
orange and red
whispering vibrations thru the air
floating above the endless
green fields and white crosses
of the heroic dead
I did not know to call her name
I wonder if she saw me
