

Pie.The smell of it all filled the dining room with the most joyest scent imaginable. Pie. But not only was there one pie, but TWO! An apple, and a blueberry. They were both going to the brothers to bring back to collage. They both wanted the apple. "Eric. I'M older. Clearly I should get the apple. " "Not a chance Paul. That pie is mine. I went apple picking while you just sat around with your girlfriend!" "Well I told mom she should bake the apple." "SO?! you know, that I, LOVE! Apple. And HATE! Blueberry. While YOU don't mind it!" "Stop being such a brat!" "stop being such a brat?! You're the same!" TPie.


Old SongWaiting my hole life just to die,Old Song
Waiting my hole life just to see you!
Waiting my hole life just to die,
Waiting my hole life just to be pulled into the abyss!
Creamated into a smoothe soft drink now,
Im going on down to the digestive system!
Shot to the ground like an ancient soul now,
Im looking out for a single reaction!
I wish I knew what I should do now,
Im runnin into the action!
Look into the soul of mind,
Look into the battlefield of mine!
Look into the sound that you hear,
See the lightning strike so dear!
Waiting the for
And You Sing

Revenge for loveTwitching frightend and cold, beaten, breathing weakly, a leaf rocks back and forth, till it falls, like a tree.Revenge for love
My mother's corpse, against the red stained floor, gun shell implantened in her chest, now my mind is blessed, with the memories of her death, her final breath, I love you.
The murdering bitch, smiling, pre-prision photo-shoot, but there is no cameras, there are no police, only me, watching my mother die, my eyes capturing the pain.
Blacken rims remeber that day, how the cat murdered the prey, in cold blo
it's jaime.
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"But it's alright, because there's beauty in the Breakdown." -Let Go: A Static Lullabye.
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Tears are often the telescope by which men see far into heaven.
Henry Ward Beecher
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