

Don't Let GoRyan could hear Peter and James arguing in the living room from the entire way down the hall of the mansion. Chiam was standing near him, wincing at the words and squeezing Ryan's hand. Looking up, the red-haired Chiam could see the troubled teen putting his free hand to the frame of his aviator sunglasses, a nervous twitch for Ryan.Don't Let Go
For well over a year, Ryan had been living with his uncle, Peter. He and his uncle had fought against Ryan's father, James, for months to make it possible. After many threats from the lawyer (Peter), the father had given in and allowed it, but that had all changed. Ryan had made a big mistake.


Osiris and the WolfYou've lost count of how many times you've watched this video. It was Mikhail's last concert, before your cousin killed him, in a jealous rage because you were supposed to belong to Logan alone. And you just couldn't listen.Osiris and the Wolf
You know each moment in the video that Mikhail flicks an eyebrow, twitches his mouth, scratches an itch... because you've watched him closely. If someone asked you whether the guitarist was wearing a shirt or not, you wouldn't even know, but if they wanted to know what Mikhail had been wearing for his nipple jewelery, you could identify the color, material, and just the way it shone under the lights occasiona
Devious Comments
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I thank god for bitter irony,
The happiness felt through lustful gluttony.
The very things sent to condemn me,
Are the things in life that make me happy.
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P S Y C H E D E L I C A T E S S E N ★
AND YOU JUST LOST IT TOO.
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P S Y C H E D E L I C A T E S S E N ★
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Don't cry over spilled blood. Write a poem about it instead! - L.C.
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I have a writing disorders.
~AusArt|*Christian-Stock
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P S Y C H E D E L I C A T E S S E N ★
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Don't cry over spilled blood. Write a poem about it instead! - L.C.
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"A little piece of paper with a picture drawn floats on down the street till the wind is gone. The memory now is like the picture was then; When the paper's crumpled up it can't be perfect again"
My Site: [link]
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As you turn away, you hear the sound of my decay...
My manical laughter...
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As you turn away, you hear the sound of my decay...
My manical laughter...
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I worsghip hte tpyo deomn.
Bang...
how large is your mp3 player?
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"A little piece of paper with a picture drawn floats on down the street till the wind is gone. The memory now is like the picture was then; When the paper's crumpled up it can't be perfect again"
My Site: [link]
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As you turn away, you hear the sound of my decay...
My manical laughter...
Sweet!
check out the case I've made for mine:
[link]
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"A little piece of paper with a picture drawn floats on down the street till the wind is gone. The memory now is like the picture was then; When the paper's crumpled up it can't be perfect again"
My Site: [link]
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"A little piece of paper with a picture drawn floats on down the street till the wind is gone. The memory now is like the picture was then; When the paper's crumpled up it can't be perfect again"
My Site: [link]
I'm fine, thank you
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As you turn away, you hear the sound of my decay...
My manical laughter...
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As you turn away, you hear the sound of my decay...
My manical laughter...
How are you?
Hells yes on the Xanth man!
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"A little piece of paper with a picture drawn floats on down the street till the wind is gone. The memory now is like the picture was then; When the paper's crumpled up it can't be perfect again"
My Site: [link]
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As you turn away, you hear the sound of my decay...
My manical laughter...
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