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Breathing LessonsI've heard all the stories  Been fed the lies  And puked them all up  And just because we are no longer children  Doesn't mean that we're grown up   
And when I look at the relative length of my life  Most of it's lies  But I realized in this relative length  That there's one truth we all know  That nobody dares to speak   
If life is the very breath we breathe  How dare we let it out  Why don't we force it to stay  So let's all hold our breath  And keep ourselves alive  Oh wait, we're still dying   
And I've found in relative lengths of life   Breathing Lessons
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The ImageThis is the image I see every time I close my eyes. This is what is inside of me.   In this white abyss there is only me and my body on a cross. I'm so angry. At nothing and everything. And I don't even know why. But I stand in front of my hanging body, fuming. With a knife in my hand, I thrust it into my own side, shutting my eyes before I rip my own skin. But when I open them, His face is lifted, His eyes staring into mine.   "It wasn't supposed to be You," I say, tears immediately filling my eyes. I was the one on the cross, not Him. His sad eyes still gaze into mine.   "Are you not angry now?" He asks, a smal The Image
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The Cliche Drunkards SongGive me a scotch  Minus the ice  I want to feel the burn  As it goes down tonight  As I realize what a mess  I've made of my life   
All I want to do is forget  This is the only way I know how   
So I'll make myself forget this mess  Because I've been spending too many nights  Waiting for my mind to let it slip away  And it won't  No, it won't   
Give me some time  That's what I said  Just a few weeks  And soon I'll forget  But life never works  Out that way   
All I wanted was to forget  This is the only way it works   The Cliche Drunkards Song
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Genetics"I'll be happier when I've given up  When I'm not alive,"  She says   
I can't listen to her anymore  Her cries  God, please sew  her mouth shut  Or rip my ears off   
She says she didn't mean it  But I've heard her thoughts in my head  She meant every word of it   
And the thing that I find scariest  Is that when I heard her thoughts I understood   
But can't she see she's  More than a rotting corpse  There's more to life than live and die  She just doesn't care enough to find it   
And the scariest thing, I find  Is that I Genetics
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I'm Sick Of Writing Every Song About You

Tue Jun 16, 2009, 1:36 PM
Every notice when you're writing that there comes a pattern? Certain people or places inspire you? Well, I've got a person who inspires writings...but, like the title says, I'm sick of writing every song about them. Every felt that way? Like they inspire you, but you just don't want them to anymore?

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  • Listening to: Taking Back Sunday- Head Club

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  • Current Residence: to where I'm heading
  • Interests: writing, reading, music, etc.
  • Favourite movie: uh...??? I liked Stardust, that was cute.
  • Favourite band or musician: the wedding, emery, anberlin, the classic crime, wavorly, etc.
  • Favourite genre of music: rock (mostly all types)
  • Favourite artist: I honestly don't know. There are a lot of good artists out there=).
  • Favourite poet or writer: Sarah Dessen, T.S. Eliot
  • Favourite style of art: I like natural shots, where you can feel like you're in that moment.
  • MP3 player of choice: Uhhh...there's more than one?
  • Favourite cartoon character: I love Pinky=)
  • Personal Quote: Life too short to be wearing tight shoes=P.

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