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About Me Member General Poet Taylor Warden17/Male/Canada Recent Activity Deviant for 3 Years
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Conversing With MyselfWill I be okay today?   
No, Taylor, nothing is okay anymore.   
How come?   
You know why.   
But there are so many different reasons...Which one is it?   
You know why.   
But what if I don't?   
Well, you could just pick one at random or pick all of them.  It's up to you.   
But is anything really up to me anymore?   
Of course, why do you ask?   
Are my decisions my own or are they really yours?   
What do you mean?   
I feel like I'm being controlled and you're the one that's pulling the strings here.  &n Conversing With Myself
by ~Veripare
Torn, From My ArmsYou were afraid that you would disappear,  That you would be lost and forgotten,  I held you tight against the dark,  and said "I would always come for you."   
Then one day it happened,  You were torn from my arms,  and vanished from this world,   
Maybe you don't remember my promise,  But I meant every word,   
I hope you're not afraid,  wherever you are,   
You don't need to be,  I'm not,   
I will find you. Torn, From My Arms
by ~Veripare
Have Not, Want NotI have fought,  I have lost,  I have no hope,  I have nothing,   
Nothing,  Nothing to lose,  Nothing to lose but myself,  Nothing to be but a nothing.   
I can't live like this,  I can't be this,  I can't see this,  I can't.   
Take a chance,  It'll work out,  It always does,  Except when you are hopeless,   
Except me from this place,  Except me from my disgrace,   
So you fight The Good Fight in my place,  For I have fallen,  But you still remain. Have Not, Want Not
by ~Veripare
The StormLooking out my window,  All I see is rain,  A stormy day has come again,  But I have nothing to fear,  The lightning can strike,  The thunder can roar,   
I sit still,  I look on,  I am here,  I don't care,   
I can't recall a happy moment,  Not one,  Without a care in the world,  Not one,  Without sorrow that followed,  Not one memory,   
The clouds swell,  The rain falls,  My eyes close,  I wish myself away,  But here I am. The Storm
by ~Veripare
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Beautiful, Just Fucking Beautiful

Thu Nov 19, 2009, 5:28 PM
  • Mood: Defeated
  • Listening to: This Time - DJ Antoine
  • Drinking: A Stiff Drink
Mathew Goldshire is a dead faggot. I know you're reading this as you cry about our little chat over the phone. I swear to GOD that if you pull another stunt like that I will swim across the ocean, track you down, and beat your perfectly shaped ass. That, or at least get a flight and then beat you.

I hope you enjoy the rest of your pathetic night talking to her behind my back.

And no, I'll never date you.

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  • Current Residence: Ontario, Canada
  • Print preference: Standard
  • Interests: Reading, writing, computers, socializing, bird watching, and more
  • Favourite movie: Phantom of The Opera (2004)
  • Favourite band or musician: Various
  • Favourite genre of music: Hardstyle and Electro
  • Favourite poet or writer: Edgar Allen Poe
  • Favourite style of art: Photoshop
  • Operating System: Windows Vista Home Premium 64-bit
  • MP3 player of choice: Zune
  • Favourite game: Guild Wars
  • Favourite gaming platform: PC
  • Favourite cartoon character: Homer Simpson
  • Personal Quote: I`m a walking virus. Kill me.
  • Tools of the Trade: Laptop

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