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Endorsing the painYou leave, wounds on my body
Cuts left wide open
Scars that will never erase
Just there, from your conflict
You say things that hurt
Maybe one day, they'll kill
I'll just be there, bleeding out
Suffering the cold pain
I only wanted to be there with you
Not anything else.. Yet.. You..
Yet you rejected me and
and threw me on the hard cold ground
Then when I thought it was over..
You stabbed me in the back..
I'm now just a faded soul, only..
The scars, cuts and wounds still remain
I tried endorsing the pain.. But..
Look at me now? I'm just the soul
..Forgotten and lost.
This is who I amYou look at me and call me names
discriminate me, just because
I like girls, and I am a girl.
Why judge me for who I am?
I don't see why, you dislike it
Its not like I'll love every girl
Every girl I see.
There's only one girl for me,
She just doesn't know that yet..
So I'll ask again, why does it bother you?
I don't like slutty girls anyway so you're safe
I really don't find girls acting like cheese Doritos
attractive ether so don't worry you're safe too.
You're probably just jealous because you're boyfriend
finds lesbians attractive--Oops? Did I offend? Now,
Now we're even. You offended me so there you go!
Some say its disgusting, yet all I'm doing..
Is being me! I just believe that love is equal
and it shouldn't be hidden.. Just because I love girls
Just stop the judging and the hate,
I'm just who I am
Tr4nsg3n3r - How does it feel?I woke up one day.. I felt trapped enough..
But.. I saw the boulders on my chest..
I hate them being there. I can dress like a guy
But I hate being someone who I'm not...
I'm stuck.. Help me out..
I dress like a boy and get mistaken for one;
I like it, my mum doesn't and screams...
With anger and hate.. I hate it..
I am a boy.. Just on the inside..
Not the outside..
I..I tried going into the gentlemen toilets,
I wanted to see inside and see what it was like
It smelled a lot but it felt right being there..
Security caught me though and called my parents..
I had to tell them.. Everything..
They couldn't take it and my dad said for me;
for me to be a girl, grow my hair out,
Dress up like some fucking doll
I can't take that.. I am a boy..
This is how it feels..
What you do to me..I look at you and your beauty kills my heart
It feels like a thousand knifes stabbing into me
Your scent takes my breath away;
So sweet and warming I don't want to smell..
Any other smell.
When you hold me close..
I melt I don't want to ever let go
The warmth of your body is overwhelming
I wish you could stay, I don't want us being a..
A memory.. I don't want you going..
Stay with me please don't go,
You may not love me
But I love you.. Please.. Don't go
I can't have my heartbreak..
I can't do anything to stop you from leaving
I know you won't miss me..
But I'll say this..
This is what you do to me..
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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