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Favorite visual artistVincient Van Gogh, Quincy Coghill, Christo and Jeanne-Claude, Leonardo De Vinci, Jesús Soto, Andy WarholFavorite moviesBenny and Joon, Rocky Horror Picture Show, Old Disney Movies, Edward ScissorhandsFavorite TV showsAny AnimeFavorite bands / musical artistsLinkin Park, BVB, My chem; ROCKFavorite booksPride and Prejudice, Le Misrable, The Complete works of Edgar Allen Poe, Favorite writersEdgar Allan Poe, Shakespeare Favorite gamesFinal Fantasy, Kingdom HeartsFavorite gaming platformPS3Other InterestsPlaying Gutair, Writing poetry (horribly), being bored, reading
Just something I felt like writing i'm still working on it.
He sees the blank opaque faces all around He endures their feelings that are judgement bound Hallow words followed by cold staring eyes matched with a hushed quiet sound to them he's just another weird kid with a nicotine addiction they don't know the struggle at home to maintain under all the friction, with a dad that never loved him and siblings who never missed him. He stopped caring and threw away his prescription A lonely walk followed by lonely thoughts Trying to fit in, but he's a puzzle piece missing Its silence the words from his mouth are kissing. Pride soon to die, each day lives a lie In a boy who isn't allowed to cry.