Motormouth

My smiling widens as the others lay the pace chugging along the beat never slows never stops i grasp the microphone again "smoking,drinking baby sleeping away in the cot- slowly destined for to rot on the moon gonna see you soon crackle jackle break

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Hiding

But i'll never stop searching and looking, until you i find. chorus: where are you hiding? why do you hide from me? i want you and i need you so bad. why can't you see? without you i'm lost and lonely.

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The aqua portal-part 3

Everything looked so lush and green, ripe with every fruit you can think of, it seemed just like it was grown for many years and has never stopped growing. adam was slightly remembered a part when he fell down the hole he was pushed into.

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True Self (An Original Song Lyrics)

The powers that be, can never stop me, from showing my true side. regret nothing, show no fear. fight everything, we are finally here. _stand for what is true. don't hide what defines you. expose your true side and show your pride.

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(Story) M-Master You're so Dark and Creepy and St

"i... want you to kill and keep killing and never stop..." i verbally expressed in a whisper looking down in embarrassment. zack stood there motionless holding the bloody knife. was he perchance, bewildered by my words?

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Sex Drugs and Raves

Where the booze is cheap, and the money never stops. where the sky's never the limit, because you're so high, your world spins like a top.

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Vic-times...

stopping in trying, as it's always been free losing their sight along the way, they simply take life, never giving, day by day instead, i bow my head, above another box & stone with a name i remember watching, only in thought, remembering a once

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Prologue

You know i'm writing free mini stories ; 3 just an old dabble for an rp i figured i can share :3 bones crush and turn to dust, but the clock keeps on ticking, never stopping.

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Lost Son (commission for lucaslunar)

Yet he never stopped moving, even as the blood slicked his grip, dripped from the crossguard and covered the hilt. his swings would send his own life spilling and splashing around in almost geometric patterns. he never stopped moving.

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Art Of Passion

Her stone vulva never stopped streaming fluid into the fountain- it stopped being actual vaginal lube shortly after she stepped outside of the art room. she had been blasting out pure water.

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