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Normal
They are "normal"
Or so they say.
But, normal...
How normal?
The hidden secrets.
What one does in the night,
When no one's around..
Is that normal?
Normal is... a relative term.
We are normal.
It is they who are strange.
Hiding themselves Behind a facade Of conformity.
Covering themselves,
Shrouded in fear
Of what they don't know.
Of what they don't understand.
The same as the rest of them.
Nothing new.
I think it is clear
Who is the elite.
The laughing children in the night,
Never stopping to think about... normal.
Their true colors are dark.
But the colors are seen.
Not hidden behind a facade.
-Myndi The Pyro
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LOS DIOCES SONRIERON ALCREARTE DOLO PARA QUE POR UN MOMENTO LOS
ANGELES OBCERBARAMOS ALGO MAS BELLO EMILY
-Angel Shawer
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Haunted by ghosts,
And grey memories.
I am sick,
Of crucifying myself.
Stop this slavery,
To my regret.
Open the cage,
I am locked within.
Withdraw my addition,
From this pile of pain.
Recede from,
This valley of darkness.
No more suffering, Play my own saviour.
Accept the fact that,
I am forced being solitary.
Resurrect myself,
Brought back to life.
Stop clinging,
To former sorrow,
Don’t breathe to the old, But inhale the present.
-Eefje Poppelaars |
a cleverer girl
you never have known
In darkness she lives
In strangeness shes grown
ay only thirteen
white mary janes show
what many a people can wish to know
-Rebecca |
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