| It's easier to write about love when you're not actually in it. |
| It's easier to write about love when you're not actually in it. |


As the Soldiers doForever the jaded stars loom, Always just beneath the sky. And smile as we do to the soldiers, For we know that they may die.As the Soldiers do
Clean and shaven they glow, Darling to the bone. Green and brown they march away, When they should be marching home.
If each one by one bye one, I blew out these jaded stars, Would I be pretty enough for you? Or should I crawl and sore my knees As the soldiers do?
Upon the beach the sand is hot, Though the sunset makes me cry. And smile as the soldiers do for me, For they know that I may die.  


Silly ChildSilly child, don't you cry. It only makes them smile. Dry your tears, now, lift your chin, And stay here for a while.Silly Child
Don't you tell me your heart's been broken, Don't you know that's what it's for? The pieces, they crumble and blow away, Once they hit the floor.
Don't you stop to smell the roses, For the pollen makes you sneeze. Look again, they're useless flowers, That can't stand within the breeze.
Ask me why my eyes are hazy, It's because I dried my tears. Away I locked them, with every dream, And left them all these years.  


Roses at my DoorYour voice still makes me smile, Like roses at my door. We used to love those precious things, But always wanted more.Roses at my Door
So young we were that time flew too fast, And knocked the wind from me. Careless, it swung me by my wrists So fast I couldn't see,
That you'd never give me your heart in pieces, So you split mine right in two. Selfish, I kept some for myself, But left the rest for you.
I let it cool beneath the tress, Because I thought you'd find it there. Kicked and scorned, it was covered with leaves, And I was lost for air.


prettywhat is left when all you hang onto is a pretty face? when the world revolves around beauty but the rest of us can't keep up the pace? It's all lies, skin and bones,pretty
whats left of beauty is forgotten like an ancient picture, carved in stone. you ARE beautiful, it may not be in the way that the world wants you to be,
but its what you've got so cling to it tightly and never set if free. Your soul is the most precious thing that this new world doesn't hold dear, when all girls are driven to starvation, is that when they will reappear? When will we, ourselves, be enough for the world? When our por
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It doesn't matter if your darling is a salaryman if there is love ~Utada Hikaru
Most girls braid hair and do their nails at sleepovers, we play Pokemon and read Dungeons&Dragons books.
Check out my cosplay group! ~UTSCosplay
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Love is not a victory march. It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah.
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It doesn't matter if your darling is a salaryman if there is love ~Utada Hikaru
Most girls braid hair and do their nails at sleepovers, we play Pokemon and read Dungeons&Dragons books.
Check out my cosplay group! ~UTSCosplay
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It's called Voice-Acting. Here's proof:
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Love is not a victory march. It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah.
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It's called Voice-Acting. Here's proof:
[link]
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Love is not a victory march. It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah.
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It's called Voice-Acting. Here's proof:
[link]
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