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| these are just small, inaccurate previews of what goes on in my head during the day, the night, and some other times... |
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pocketed memories Tarnished coins andpocketed memories by ~Yggdrasil-of-Mitho
Dead flowers, bits of ruble,
All are stuffed into my pocket,
Mostly yesterday's troubles.
It's all in my back pocket,
The back of my mind,
But you know it isn't
What they mean by troubles put behind.
Maybe I should leave it,
To deal with another day,
And I hope that just maybe my
Pocketed memories will go away.
Love Me Not Sear me not against your skinLove Me Not by ~Yggdrasil-of-Mitho
Look not for a beating heart within
For no feelings inside me hide
But send me not from your side
If you do, all I ask of you
All I will ever ask that you do
Is forget me not, and love me not.
my name is my own still my name is my own,my name is my own by ~Yggdrasil-of-Mitho
something I never wanted,
joy and curse both have shown
a name that has always haunted.
something I never wanted,
identity as a child and liar
a name that has always haunted
like a devil that sits in my fire.
identity as a child and liar
it marks me as a nobody
like a devil that sits in my fire.
the devil, the angel, is somebody,
it marks me as a nobody
still my name is my own
the devil, angel, is somebody,
joy and curse both have shown
| these are just small, inaccurate previews of what goes on in my head during the day, the night, and some other times... |
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ty for the faves 
