moosic is my religion.

... He's...

He looks happier without me. :)


Maybe I should just evaporate.



oOo




what could be p i t y.


when it wasn't considered as right--
of pitiful misconceptions and misunderstandings.


they've ended within the badly written words.


a pitiful hatchet. a pitiful larose.
with her finger on her lips.

a pitiful show.



[more than just a blow]


painted nails to crimson,
from bright pastel colours to blood,
reach reach reaching out.

without a bloody sound.


what could be his pity.

for she wasn't right at all.


would he stay or would he go?
whichever. will she have the right to know?
10: 45 PM
Bati na kami! :D

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