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Right RightRight by ~writersblock625
By: Taylor Christian
Who the hell are you to tell me
What I should think is wrong,
What is right?
When were you given
Such power over me,
Are you right?
My opinions are nothing
I don’t matter for shit,
How can this be right?
You gave me your promise
That I could be whoever I want,
Am I not right?
How can the world say they know
Who I am better than I do,
They can’t be right.
I knew who I was
I was happy with that,
I know I was right.
But you and the world you belong to
You destroyed me for that,
I’m not allowed to be right.
Sleep SleepSleep by ~writersblock625
By: Taylor Christian
Sleep will not come
As I lie in this bed
Grappling violently
With the sides of my head
I’m losing my mind
Going insane
My head is on fire
Destroying my brain
I don’t know if I can do it
It’s too hard to hold on
I am too close to loosing
Taylor will be gone
Him HimHim by ~writersblock625
By: Taylor Christian
I feel him there
Behind my brain
As long as he lives
I won’t be the same
He destroys my happiness
Builds my shame
Creates my jealousy
Soils my name
I have to fight him
No matter how hard
I must gather my mind
From its pieces and shards
I swear he will die
Swear on my final breath
For the only thing that can save me
Is this devil’s death.
Sta.sh
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In olden days a glimpse of stocking was looked on as something shocking; now heaven knows anything goes.