I didnt add any jornal entries because I didnt think I would actually update my deviant. But Its kinda growing on me... I'll see if I have time to do some more stuff over long weekend.
piggy piggy

he criesI lie, half asleep Walking through this fimiliar hall Toward that boy who is crying agian That boy who cries every night Over that girl he lost When she asked, and he said no He cries over his wrongs And twisted rightshe cries
I sit up from my bedside Only to arise With his wet face
And my dry mouth

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brisseaux
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Oooo..ahh...Bust..there we go again
The verbal Flow of sexual Violence got you
a loss of limbs, a loss of Rhythm, No friends
Nah, I Kid, I Kid But i'm still the illest to
ever write the BlackestChapters in red.
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But I won't let this build up inside of me...
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Oooo..ahh...Bust..there we go again
The verbal Flow of sexual Violence got you
a loss of limbs, a loss of Rhythm, No friends
Nah, I Kid, I Kid But i'm still the illest to
ever write the BlackestChapters in red.
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