Empty. So fucking empty.
feels weird.
I just need something.
Maybe that you, maybe someone else. I don't know.
And do you think I'm fake? Too bad for you, because I'm as real as anyone. Everyone are real, and I'm no exception.
I need people. I need you.
The sky is falling on my head. The stars are attacking my eyes.
Why am I writing this, you ask? Because I need to write down things.
Thoughts.
My thoughts.
My life.
"Kiss me, Kill me, Love me."
"The reasons why one can't laugh from the heart,
It's a simple reason,
That's life.
Child Prey
Kiss me deadly,
Kiss me, kill me, love me,
Kiss me, kill me, love me."
Child Prey-Dir en Grey.
So beautiful. So real.
So true.
I hate this.
Lunarstorm
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