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Home (again)
Whos got your back in this crazy ass world. Nobody! So youd better grow some fuckin eyes in the back of your head, until you can get a real family. Im not talking about that mom and pop bullshit. I mean a real family, like someone you can trust with your life and soul, and everything inbetween. I thought i lost my family, and i was cold and alone. but i now i have a new family, and my life is coming back togther again. You have to pick up the peeces and move on. So now i can close my eyes and relax for once in a long time. I can finaly say im home!!
How can anyone say what life is anymore, with what the world is anymore? To me life was just sex drinkin and drugs and partys. Until i met her, I didnt have much of a life. But with her im home again, and now that your with me, im home again, safe in your love, and hope
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Hatred and Anarchy
Pure Hatred is all I feel for this place I'm forced to call home. THis hell i live is nowhere near a life, so why bother with it? All these places and faces are not familar. THis isnt my home, so why should I be forced to call it that? All the times I'm forced to smile, and pretend that I'm happy jsut increases my hatred for this place. People say you have all sorts of opputrintys here, what because one cant do shit to get into trouble. My home isnt here, its just some job I have to endure for three years unless I bail early. Im out im gone, I'll be back where I belong, with my real family I have, my freinds, so dont get attached theres no damned point in it!
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Conformtiy
"To resit is to piss in the wind" Does anyone really understand the true meaning to this? THis phrase basicly covers the whole spread of punkdom. Anyone who Fights something, will stand out, they will always have some sort of starnge "reek" to them. He who stands out will evuantally be Punished for it in some way. In todays society everything is about conformity. WHen someone does not conform, they are consdiered freaks and losers. But not everyone understands why certian groups or persons find these breaks in conformtiy and expoilt them. If the whole world would conform, then what would we do, we'd have no lives, no freinds, no love, no hope, nothing, for it is people like me that give the rest of the world these things.
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reach
all these things i want to say/all these emtions i want to let out/get them off my chest/reach for what i want/within my grasp, but yet so far away
Live and love
All i can remeber are days when i felt alive. It seems only partys made me feel alive. But when the party was over, and wed all go home, Id feel alone agian. And all i could wait for was the next party. It seems all my life was one big party. But when all was said and done. I was alone and insecure again. Until you came along, i didnt know life could be more then a party. And i thank you for this. But now your gone, and everythings just as dark as it was before you came along. And until we meet again, everythings dark. And lifes just one big party.
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Him (By Meg)
Fast as the one that raised his hand fourth to the caged beast that lingers through his mazed mind,
No one to save him from himselfs mental unstability and caress his distorted thoughts,
Only the howling of the night to save him
His desicrated body dangles motionless, his tongue cut into pieces of chard raw meat from the mispoken words of disloyalness and cruelty
He's afraid to die alone, but cradles his subconcious into a shelter in the deep unexplored caves of his minds graveyard,
He can only sit and wait for dawn to bring more hate.
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Taken(from me)
As I sit here, trapped, alone again, not knowing what to do. Alone and trapped yet again, confused, afraid. Trying to shelter what I have left, not wanting to open back up, not wanting the pain and suffering all over again. This is my mind, and yet I don’t control it, this is my life, my problems, and yet it’s not mine. My heart, my soul, all owned, taken from me. Striped from me, my pride my dignity, my emotions. All striped and owned by someone else. Just asking for hope, and receiving hate, and anger. My life my soul my heart all taken away. My mind my cell, my prison, forced to endure all this, alone. Even thou it’s happened so many times, it hurts more and more each time. Forced to bear the load, and carry on, forced to take the brunt and smile, and ask for more, like a lamb to the slaughters. Wanting to fight, urges of rebellion, beaten out of me, cant get to my feet, knocked down each time. Asking you begging you to help me, to understand and accept me. So alone, so afraid, of what could happen. Wanting to give into my emotions, afraid if you feel the same, afraid if I’m just a game to you. Falling more and more each day, hitting hard, and not wanting to get up and run, but seeing you run from what we have, feeling depression setting back in, creeping in on me, consuming me. As you run far away from what is there, that which brought us to our knees. And as I realize that it wont happen, were both to afraid, to afraid of it. And as you run I lock my self away, lock my thoughts up, trapped inside my head, alone all over again.
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