i once saw the virgin mary
she was radiant, in all her glory
her perfume smelled like roses
but i think it was just a dream
and this isn't making any sense at all


Outsiders i can feel the weight of the windOutsiders by ~XxBlindxBeautyxX
whistling through your hair,
it is thick and it is toxic with
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words.
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over and over they repeat to me
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warnings.
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stranger voices without faces
telling me the same thing:
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run.
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and i feel your thoughts,
sluggishly wading through the
alcohol induced stupor
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finally.
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the wind burn has painted a novel
idea onto your face.
and though your mouth says
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stay.
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your expression says otherwise.
| 18 year old boy with big dreams |