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Sakuui [2016-04-08 02:22:27 +0000 UTC]

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this piece shows the true beauty of walter. his true essence is really captured in this photo, and its obvious his love for jenny will never die. his pose just flows with love and yet betrayal at his loves actions. i am truly moved, as this picture shows me the true meaning behind the name 'walter'. and jenny, her face twisted in pain and regret, looks saddened. her eyes watering as she so looks down apon him with eyes of grief, as the one she never loved falls and screams
HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN TO ME
AHOI AHOI AHOI

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le-procrastinatorz [2016-04-08 02:20:00 +0000 UTC]

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I open my eyes
I try to see but I'm blinded by the white light
I can't remember how
I can't remember why
I'm lying here tonight

And I can't stand the pain
And I can't make it go away
No, I can't stand the pain

How could this happen to me?
I made my mistakes
Got nowhere to run
The night goes on
As I'm fading away
I'm sick of this life
I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me?

Everybody's screaming
I try to make a sound but noone hears me
I'm slipping off the edge
I'm hanging by a thread
I wanna start this over again

So I try to hold onto a time when nothing mattered
And I can't explain what happened
And I can't erase the things that I've done
No, I can't

How could this happen to me?
I made my mistakes
Got nowhere to run
The night goes on
As I'm fading away
I'm sick of this life
I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me?

I made my mistakes
Got nowhere to run
The night goes on
As I'm fading away
I'm sick of this life
I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me?

tem/tem bootiful sansational amaze wow

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Silent--Jay [2016-04-08 02:19:26 +0000 UTC]

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I open my eyes
I try to see but I'm blinded by the white light
I can't remember how
I can't remember why
I'm lying here tonight

And I can't stand the pain
And I can't make it go away
No, I can't stand the pain

How could this happen to me?
I made my mistakes
Got nowhere to run
The night goes on
As I'm fading away
I'm sick of this life
I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me?

Everybody's screaming
I try to make a sound but noone hears me
I'm slipping off the edge
I'm hanging by a thread
I wanna start this over again

So I try to hold onto a time when nothing mattered
And I can't explain what happened
And I can't erase the things that I've done
No, I can't

How could this happen to me?
I made my mistakes
Got nowhere to run
The night goes on
As I'm fading away
I'm sick of this life
I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me?

I made my mistakes
Got nowhere to run
The night goes on
As I'm fading away
I'm sick of this life
I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me?

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PeinMartyn [2016-04-08 11:43:48 +0000 UTC]

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Suffer--in--Silence [2016-04-08 08:21:57 +0000 UTC]

soft yodeling omfg

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Silent--Jay [2016-04-08 02:23:16 +0000 UTC]

HERE TAKE THIS TOO

Hello darkness, my old friend 
I've come to talk with you again 
Because a vision softly creeping 
Left its seeds while I was sleeping 
And the vision that was planted in my brain 
Still remains 
Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone 
Narrow streets of cobblestone 
'Neath the halo of a street lamp 
I turn my collar to the cold and damp 
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light 
That split the night 
And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light I saw 
Ten thousand people maybe more 
People talking without speaking 
People hearing without listening 
People writing songs that voices never shared 
No one dared 
Disturb the sound of silence

"Fools," said I, "you do not know 
Silence like a cancer grows 
Hear my words that I might teach you 
Take my arms that I might reach you" 
But my words like silent raindrops fell 
And echoed in the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed 
To the neon god they made 
And the sign flashed out its warning 
In the words that it was forming 
And the sign said "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls 
And tenement halls 
And whispered in the sound of silence

I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song 
I'm twenty-two now but I won't be for long 
Time hurries on 
And the leaves that are green turn to brown 
And they wither in the wind 
And they crumble in your hand

Once my heart was filled with the love of a girl 
I held her close but she faded in the night 
Like a poem I meant to write 
And the leaves that are green turn to brown 
And they wither in the wind 
And they crumble in your hand

I threw a pebble in a brook 
And watched the ripple run away 
And they never made a sound 
And the leaves that are green turn to brown 
And they wither in the wind 
And they crumble in your hand

Hello, hello, hello, hello 
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye 
That's all there is 
And the leaves that are green turn to brown 
And they wither in the wind 
And they crumble in your hand

Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit 
Blessed is the lamb whose blood flows 
Blessed are the sat upon, spat upon, ratted on 
O Lord, why have you forsaken me? 
I got no place to go 
I've walked around Soho for the last night or so 
Ah, but it doesn't matter, no

Blessed is the land and the kingdom 
Blessed is the man whose soul belongs to 
Blessed are the meth drinkers, pot sellers, illusion dwellers 
O Lord, why have you forsaken me? 
My words trickle down from a wound 
That I have no intention to heal

Blessed are the stained glass, window pane glass 
Blessed is the church service, makes me nervous 
Blessed are the penny rookers, cheap hookers, groovy lookers 
O Lord, why have you forsaken me? 
I have tended my own garden much too long

I hear the drizzle of the rain 
Like a memory it falls 
Soft and warm continuing 
Tapping on my roof and walls

And from the shelter of my mind 
Through the window of my eyes 
I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets 
To England where my heart lies

My mind's distracted and diffused 
My thoughts are many miles away 
They lie with you when you're alseep 
And kiss you when you start your day

And a song I was writing is left undone 
I don't know why I spend my time 
Writing songs I can't believe 
With words that tear and strain to rhyme

And so you see I have come to doubt 
All that I once held as true 
I stand alone without beliefs 
The only truth I know is you

And as I watch the drops of rain 
Weave their weary paths and die 
I know that I am like the rain 
There but for the grace of you go I

I can hear the soft breathing of the girl that I love 
As she lies here beside me, asleep with the night 
And her hair in a fine mist floats on my pillow 
Reflecting the glow of the winter moonlight

But I've got to creep down the alley way 
Fly down the highway 
Before they come to catch me I'll be gone 
Somewhere they can't find me

Oh baby, you don't know what I've done 
I've committed a crime, I've broken the law 
While you were here sleeping and just dreaming of me 
I held up and robbed a liquor store

But I've got to creep down the alley way 
Fly down the highway 
Before they come to catch me I'll be gone 
Somewhere they can't find me

Oh my life seems unreal, my crime an illusion 
A scene badly written in which I must play 
And though it puts me uptight to leave you 
I know it's not right to leave you 
The morning is just a few hours away

But I've got to creep down the alley way 
Fly down the highway 
Before they come to catch me I'll be gone 
Somewhere they can't find me

They say that Richard Cory owns one half of this whole town 
With political connections to spread his wealth around 
Born into society, a banker's only child 
He had everything a man could want: power, grace, and style

But I work in his factory 
And I curse the life I'm living 
And I curse my poverty 
And I wish that I could be 
Oh I wish that I could be 
Oh I wish that I could be 
Richard Cory

The papers print his picture almost everywhere he goes 
Richard Cory at the opera, Richard Cory at a show 
And the rumor of his parties and the orgies on his yacht! 
Oh he surely must be happy with everything he's got

But I, I work in his factory 
And I curse the life I'm living 
And I curse my poverty 
And I wish that I could be 
Oh I wish that I could be 
Oh I wish that I could be 
Richard Cory

He freely gave to charity, he had the common touch 
And they were grateful for his patronage and they thanked him very much 
So my mind was filled with wonder when the evening headlines read: 
"Richard Cory went home last night and put a bullet through his head"

But I, I work in his factory 
And I curse the life I'm living 
And I curse my poverty 
And I wish that I could be 
Oh I wish that I could be 
Oh I wish that I could be 
Richard Cory

He was a most peculiar man 
That's what Mrs. Riordan says and she should know 
She lived upstairs from him 
She said he was a most peculiar man

He was a most peculiar man 
He lived all alone within a house 
Within a room, within himself 
A most peculiar man

He had no friends, he seldom spoke 
And no one in turn ever spoke to him 
'Cause he wasn't friendly and he didn't care 
And he wasn't like them 
Oh no! He was a most peculiar man

He died last Saturday 
He turned on the gas and he went to sleep 
With the windows closed so he'd never wake up 
To his silent world and his tiny room 
And Mrs. Riordan says he has a brother somewhere 
Who should be notified soon 
And all the people said, 
"What a shame that he's dead 
But wasn't he a most peculiar man?"

April come she will 
When streams are ripe and swelled with rain 
May, she will stay 
Resting in my arms again

June, she'll change her tune 
In restless walks she'll prowl the night 
July, she will fly 
And give no warning to her flight

August, die she must 
The autumn winds blow chilly and cold 
September I'll remember 
A love once new has now grown old

Bad news, bad news! 
I heard you're packing to leave 
I come a-running right over 
I just couldn't believe it 
I just couldn't believe it

Oh, baby, baby 
You must be out of your mind 
Do you know what you're kicking away? 
We've got a groovy thing goin', baby 
We've got a groovy thing

I never done you no wrong 
I never hit you when you're down 
I always gave you good loving 
I never ran around 
I never ran around

Oh, baby, baby 
You must be out of your mind 
Do you know what you're kicking away? 
We've got a groovy thing goin', baby 
We've got a groovy thing

There's something you ought to know 
If you're fixing to go 
I can't make it without you 
No no no no, no no 
No no, no no no no no

Oh, baby, baby 
You must be out of your mind 
Do you know what you're kicking away? 
We've got a groovy thing goin', baby 
We've got a groovy thing

We've got a groovy thing goin', baby 
We've got a groovy thing

A winter's day 
In a deep and dark December 
I am alone 
Gazing from my window 
To the streets below 
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow

I am a rock 
I am an island

I've built walls 
A fortress deep and mighty 
That none may penetrate 
I have no need of friendship 
Friendship causes pain 
It's laughter and it's loving I disdain

I am a rock 
I am an island

Don't talk of love 
Well I've heard the word before 
It's sleeping in my memory 
I won't disturb the slumber 
Of feelings that have died 
If I never loved I never would have cried

I am a rock 
I am an island

I have my books 
And my poetry to protect me 
I am shielded in my armor 
Hiding in my room 
Safe within my womb 
I touch no one and no one touches me

I am a rock 
I am an island

And a rock feels no pain 
And an island never cries

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DarkenSeas [2016-04-08 02:12:52 +0000 UTC]

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