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I am wanting a boy to help me enjoy my sexuality, to help rebuild me into a different style but totally his. I am thinking I want remade into visual kei style, with like full make up and completly change my fashion and way of being. I want a guy who makes me get pierced and tattooed the way he prefers me to be and wear what he chooses and lets me have wild crazy hair. i wana party.
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Two ends meet
I sit on my own,
My fire roars at the other end of the room
But I sit here by the window watching the world, a self inflicted cold
The world remains untouched over the years
It has not aged a day, while I sit and decay
I wonder where she is
I wonder how many times this chair has rocked
I always feel this cold, a coldness that bites through to my soul
and encrusts every memory I have in bitter frost
Everything is tainted, nothing is good
every smile, every memory blows away
like sand in the palm of my hand, getting taken by wind
everything is tainted, nothing is good
I hope you did well, I hope you are well.
I wonder who you loved, what you loved how you felt who you were.
This world was not made for me but you were always in a small pond
I held you back, you yearned to strive. I hope you did well, I hope you are well.
I feel the stinging coldness becoming overpowering
Yet I feel a sweet empathic warmth coming over me,
I am drifting away
All I have are regrets all I have is remorse
But in my last thought all I can see is your face, no regret, no remorse.
This is where my story ends I hope I see you again.
...
I sit on my own,
My fire roars at the other side of the room
I am so cold,
It all went by so fast.
I wonder where he is.
I sit on my own,
My fire roars at the other end of the room
But I sit here by the window watching the world, a self inflicted cold
The world remains untouched over the years
It has not aged a day, while I sit and decay
I wonder where she is
I wonder how many times this chair has rocked
I always feel this cold, a coldness that bites through to my soul
and encrusts every memory I have in bitter frost
Everything is tainted, nothing is good
every smile, every memory blows away
like sand in the palm of my hand, getting taken by wind
everything is tainted, nothing is good
I hope you did well, I hope you are well.
I wonder who you loved, what you loved how you felt who you were.
This world was not made for me but you were always in a small pond
I held you back, you yearned to strive. I hope you did well, I hope you are well.
I feel the stinging coldness becoming overpowering
Yet I feel a sweet empathic warmth coming over me,
I am drifting away
All I have are regrets all I have is remorse
But in my last thought all I can see is your face, no regret, no remorse.
This is where my story ends I hope I see you again.
...
I sit on my own,
My fire roars at the other side of the room
I am so cold,
It all went by so fast.
I wonder where he is.
