

count the timesremember what it was like to rejoice back to the same old revolution remember when you made your choice living in the endless seclusion i left and when i was gone i see,count the times
i was where i wanted to be.
how many times did you think it was the time that you would give up? how many times did you think it was
the life that you would live up how many times did you think it would be,
the cause that you would fight for how many times did you think it was the light that you would long for how many times did you think it was gonna be the time like the time before


FreakI am a little bit different I am a little bit weird I don’t care if it’s everywhere That I’m the one to be fearedFreak
I am alone in this world So far without a trace Of anyone alike / with the same psyche They just won’t show they're face
So I'm through being like you Going along with your flow Taking all the crap till here Knowing all the things you know
I don’t wanna be a part of you A part of hypocrisy Everyone acts/they won’t face the facts That inside you're just like me
But I won’t give a single damn Or wish I ha


limboAnother day in limbo.limbo
Again no one sees my existence, its better this way. I walk upon them as a ghost, visible but non-existent, I know I am the centre of their piercing looks, of their arguments of their hearsay, and I don’t mind it. Actually there are very few things I mind, everything else I have chosen to pass by in order to make my presence more peaceful maybe. I listen to their conversations and I ponder upon their comments of constant hate, spite and jealousy. Their promise of vengeance their prayers for death. I live upon them yet I cannot decipher their code for violence, the bond that excists in the their biological da
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Bahraini: noun (pronounced Bah~rain~ee) ~ people who come a dime a dozen
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I plan on living forever.
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Bahraini: noun (pronounced Bah~rain~ee) ~ people who come a dime a dozen
~Katie
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*runs in elipses*
here have one back
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