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I am a Wannabe Poet
Sheridan Ros'a
17/Female/United States
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- To herd llamas
- To fave without commenting
- To get involved with the community
Last Visit: 1 week ago
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This photo was taken at the Factory in Rochester, the boy playing guitar is my friend Tim and he is the guitarist/keyboardist for the band "The Letting Go Method". I myself am appearing in the background leaning against the wall biting my lip.
There was a time when we were young played like a puppet, completely highstrung we kissed each other, softly so i often wonder, 'where did it go?' there were moments we lie down together bodies tangled and locked, bound by emotional tether we shared a life time in just a few months yes i remember that we had that once but its gone now, there's no longer an 'us' we fought and we bruised eachother's trust i felt caved in with heartache and pain felt forever captive under your reign Now you call and weep out endless regret but shadows cast upon what you reflect So i set down the phone and turn this cheek no more tears will be shed for the words which you speak I grow weary and tired of chasing for you and i'm blissfully eager to have something new I fade with the constant torture you lay i wince and i pray that you just go away I always wanted nothing more for me My obsession was you, didnt you see? So cut loose the strands, and keep composure strong why don't you add this to your pathetic playlist of songs? I've moved on and so should you No longer victim of what you think i should do no longer shreiking myself to sleep give back my heart, it's not your to keep
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Been there. Done that. Got the t-shirt. It didn't come in my size.
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Dying is an art like everything else and I do it exceptionally well...
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I dare you to check out my gallery... -__- [link]
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The Creator had a lot of remarkably good ideas when he put the world together, but making it understandable hadn't been one of them. ("Mort")
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