Once upon a time,
There was a girl at the age of three.
She had no toys,
No friends,
No family.
She grew up,
In a small house feeling alone,
No real mom or dad.
Yes, a house,
but wasn't called 'home'.
Hello, Little Becky, hello.
What are these tears of misery?
No one understands,
Where are your memories?
I don't know where they are,
I am living on nothing.
Memories cease to visit,
and I'm,
wishing,
waiting,
wanting.
Little Becky, Little Becky,
I don't understand,
You must have some memory,
For Age does not cease to expand.
I'm looking out this window,
Waiting for mom and dad to come.
I made them a nice breakfast,
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The Taste of Blood, IVEBEENSHOT, See You Next Tuesday, Pencil Lead Syringe, and many more.
All of you adolescences who say that you're in love, stop lying to yourself.
A relationship is where you spend every moment of every second possible with the person you yern to intertwine your emotions with; not to have sex or kiss, but to look into their eyes and learn the things they hide while still learning to accept them for it. Not playing each other's hearts like puppet strings, but to be entangled and intertwined in each string till the hearts become whole. Saying I love you constantly doesn't mean you actually love them, you're only convincing yourself you're in love in constant repetitive words playing your mind that you do. You kn