

I ConfessAll alone, like unalatered minds... An uneven example of what could be, stays deep underground, in a delirious way. The thoughts alone sit upon unstable finds.I Confess
Simply manipulating, even the fear scars... A justification of what can be won or a feeble young mind that just stumbled upon. A misuse of a sacred trust from afar.
The silence itself is falsely profound... It carries like wind upon unsettling ears and burns its frustration for many a year. A simple confusion within sensitive sounds.
A guilty perspective, an example of guilt... Clouds of


That Night I SoaredI just got two magical hits. They sparkled as I slowly inhaled and quietly popped.That Night I Soared
I saw the world, it quietly shook and I thought a lot. The cold air left me in a haze.
The sky was nonexistant in my eyes. It was blocked by something that I couldn't even understand.
The fear of something seemed as foolish as the fear of nothing. That night I couldn't see the moon.
A distant expression appeared on my face. It took me a while to notice it, but I kept sitting and staring.
That night I shuddered and indulged in my bli


Do you remember?Along with the hoodie I bought (that I will never wear) were the tickets to that concert you know, the one I will never go to or even hear. Just like that other concert we went to, when the sound covered our ears as if wax was poured into every crevice, and we could seeDo you remember?
the rain and the smiling faces, and the lightning told us it was wet, but the thunder didn't even whisper a warning.
Do you remember that winter that befriended summer and we took videos of them having a snowball fight in the sunlight, but the snowball was melting and we looked at each


ScatteredScattered… Like a misplaced patch of grass on the broken asphalt… The urban jungle lay in his palm… Unreachable. The envy of the perfect imperfection was alluring—the ultimate display of human affection—broken into three… A faded poet and a jaded hunter… Writing a sonnet about each other.Scattered
Music in one ear… The sunset in another… The simplicity of confusion… The complications of happiness. An elaborate escape in the form of a false artistic vision—a lie more grand than the tower on which he lay—guided by error… An actor who hunts… Trophies of misery hang on his walls.
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I'm known as jugioh1012 also.
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You may my glories and my state depose
But not my griefs-Still am I king of those
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