Ode of a Tragedy

My pleasure was your leisure, my depression your obsession, and with that love it is my reason to live

"I cannot deny that you were designed for my punishment"? These memories, this starved and suffocated part of me, that used to drown me, that I denied, "I am holding this, gift, that is broken, what do I have, left now?"

I sit in class and play shapeshifter-soulstice, sorta chat to kitz in the background and my teacher lets me know I *bites apple* really need to get on with it. Last year I completed no assignments...

This appl.. why is this ittalic? wbn.. ok, i clicked in, but... yeh... yummy apple. very sweet. something. =P
oh god what am I on about. life... all this in the last few years.

agh fuck it I forgot about this for a while. there you go, sum it up, no focus. bash myself to sleep.
for now..

must wtf this

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[Last Night]

To the world that I love.....
My journey has begun...
I havn't done this in a while.
sleep when feeling not for
necessity.....
to music . . .
stretch out across thy remesis....
home.~?
-doze-
your
twowords
cantread
winds of no regret
morning whose remorse?
Legends . . .
engulfed in maelstroms Hidden treasure
a thousand nightmares
yet we must focus
as silence fades -sleep- on the f loor even
a Dark Tigers skiRt for comfort.
Predisposed - begin - end numb . .
- reverse orders-
refer
relevant
cast off.
mesmorise.


stupid tribute for writing for some reason or another.

[15 February : Night]

It was much simpler back then
That almost still doesnt say much for now though..