| S'only half-finished, but one of my best things. |

Warm-blooded killerYou. Yeah, you.Warm-blooded killer
You always said that there was something about me. The wild look in my eyes. Never-ending sleepless nights. The way I always looked deep in thought.
You wanted to know why. So. I'll show you. It's in my box.
Come on. Take a look.
You wanted this; look. Then you'll understand. That's it, look.
Never been seen by anyone before, this. Well, not in this life. Feel special, you're the only one. I trust you, you see. Acceptance? Maybe.
Now. You're staring inside my...

Ten of HeartsYou never did get it, did you? Nobody did. They just pushed me around, endlessly made me feel despair, made life hell. But you- you tried, tried to stand up for me, but as soon as you failed, you joined them. I loved you for trying, love you, but you just. dont. care.Ten of Hearts
Its all down to luck, thats what the cards tell me. You get dealt your cards, how you play them is your choice- but a combination of your actions and luck, thats what makes life. a deadly combination in your case, not long now
My deck, its only got fifty-three cards, you gave them to me years ago, back before you destroyed

Thanks for Nothing.Yeah. Thanks bitch. All of them things you said that you never ment. All of them tears I cried for you. All of the lies I told. The promises you broke.Thanks for Nothing.
They mean nothing.
Ten.
That's how old I was. You just gave up on me. Yet you're fine with him still living with you at twenty three, aren't you?
I hate you. Stop. Fucking. With. My. Mind.
I can't ever go back to you.
You made your choice back in 2005.
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jamesleejulier.com [link]
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Oooh, my sister watches you
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And yes, yes she does.
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"A simple child.
That lightly draws its breath.
And feels its life in every limb.
What should it know of death?"
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Thank you
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"A simple child.
That lightly draws its breath.
And feels its life in every limb.
What should it know of death?"
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"... When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am..."
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We're the people, the happy with the broken hearts,
The ones who draw a picture and proclaim that it's art.
(Johnossi)
Suicide [link]
Love [link]
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