Thanks to all that have viewed my page over the time I've actually been doing things on deviantArt.
But back to the point, thank you for viewing my page.
~Em


Bittersweet GoodbyeA simple touch, a blink of an eye. A whisper of words, and a bittersweet goodbye.Bittersweet Goodbye
The wave of your hand, the shine in your eyes. It all disappeared, with a bittersweet goodbye.
He'll take your hand, and tell you why. But you'll still cry; a bittersweet goodbye.
So next time I, won't be the one to cry. It's not that bad.... having a bittersweet goodbye.


Better Than YouPut up your signs, Write all you want. Say what you want, Do what you want. Whatever you do, just remember something. I'm better than you. You can laugh all you want, Smile with your friends, I'm still better than you. Call me names and try to harm me. I'm better than you. You curse, I laugh. You think you are grown up? How will you fair when you are writhing on the floor because of the deep gashes given to you? I will be holding the blade, And laugh. You know why? Because I am. I will always be. Better than you.Better Than You


Twin GuitarsTheir fingers danced 'It was a wonderful sound' that's what they'd say. But such a word as 'wonderful', wouldn't give It away. 'It' the song, 'It' the dance, 'It' the way they created romance. From the sounds, music was made from an acoustic guitar, never meant to fade. They made it live 'What was live?' You may never know. At least, until you go. Go to their stage, their peace of mind. Then you'll hear something no one will ever find. Their music sails. Their music floats. Their music is something, ITwin Guitars


Held High, Brought Down LowBeing held high, by those surrounding you. Being held in the sky with joy.Held High, Brought Down Low
Coming back down, with hatred and envy. Coming back down with poison.
Both seem opposite, unequal, deadly. Like the sins of mankind.
But under the surface, the empty, the broken. You'll see certain things start to shine.
The different may react, always negatively to each other. But really, behind the scenes...
Without each other, one another. They could not meet their means.
The means of being, existing and changing
You gotta POKERFACE
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Have you ever engaged in sexual activities with a muffin?
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Have you ever engaged in sexual activities with a muffin?
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Have you ever engaged in sexual activities with a muffin?
Then we'd never be lonely AGAIN.
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