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Tuesday, 25 December 2012
02:23:36 AM (GMT)
I stole her diary 
because she's just like me.
I wanted something real,
I could hold in my hands,
something I could feel, 
something I could understand
I stole her diary 
because she's a part of me
she's just like me
and soon she'll be the only one

I was better off hollow, 
I was better off clean, 
now I'll be dead by tomorrow
if I can't wake up from this dream
Such green desire,
greedy green fingers
taking everything
pulling it all inside me
never letting go, never letting go

I stole her diary, 
so I could see inside her mind
she's just like me,
we're really two of a kind

These greedy green fingers
became vicious black claws
tearing at my throat

I stole her diary
I thought we were the same
I thought I knew her pain
but is she really my kind? 
she's so beautiful, 
just never mind

I didn't feed you
I didn't speak to you
and your greedy green fingers
shriveled, withered,
into vicious black claws
you'll be the end of me,
if I'm not your end

I stole her diary,
but it didn't look right
in my room on a shelf
so I took it down
and threw it in the grave
that I dug for myself

She can't be a ghost yet
she's more alive than I
she can't be a ghost yet
did she even really die?
why do I hear her?
why do I fear her?
I'm out of ideas

I stole her diary
I gave it back, I swear
I stole her diary
but no is like me

‹Dadagamekingrules40› says:   25 December 2012   735939  
The last line may have a problem... Plus I really like this story. It
reminds me of losing someone dear and always feeling dead inside. It
is hard to let go so the person dear is always just a thought away. In
the end all that can really be done is just give thier memory away to
move on and possibly even just forget about them. A beautiful story.
‹✖[[AntisocialButterfly]]✖› says:   25 December 2012   228520  

The last line is weird because I was sleep walking when I wrote this
‹✖[[AntisocialButterfly]]✖› says:   25 December 2012   872425  

no wait-- I was barely, barely awake. maybe. idfk. but by the last
line I couldn't think anymore so I just said "fuck it this sucks" and
said what I wanted to without connecting it at all 
‹Dadagamekingrules40› says :   26 December 2012   248816  
It is still beautiful xD


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