I hate cigarette but I love smoking like I should hate someone but I don't want to be alone..I can quit cigarette but I can't quit you.

when I'm gone remember me with just a star.

tears paint the canvas of a heartbroken soul and in the shadows of loss, we find the poetry of pain.

the winter in my memory is all gray, everywinter I heard that I felt like winter was last season of my life..like the sky was falling down and you close your eyes to what I'm saying, hoping that winter would be white with you.

you wouldn't believe the kind of person I could become if you wanted it.

one day death will open her arms for me..I'll smile one last time before being devoured by an endless oblivion to feel this way scares me more than death ever will

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