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What a twist when we kiss I feel sick Any moment I will wake without her lips
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I would trade all my tomorrows For just one yesterday
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I don't need to flirt I will seduce you with my Awkwardness
I don't like anyone There's just people I hate less than others
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Facebook: Akio Shigeki Fukijo Skype: Aki-kun717 Other DA accounts : Ayakashi-Akio // DreamProject717
Info about me
Birthday: September 26 th Personality: I'm not bipolar ... I'm just over sensitive Like: Some Stuff Dislike: Way too many stuff
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity. We loved with a love that was more than love All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat I have great faith in fools, self-confidence my friends call it Sleep, those little slices of death; Oh how I loathe them Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words Stupidity is a talent for misconception With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion
"When the ashes start to rise And the moon falls from the sky And a thousand candles burn into the night When the angels softly cry On the flames below the sky Would a thousand souls still pray for YOU and I?"