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TriggersandBullets

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About TriggersandBullets

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  • Birthday February 27

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    Female
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    Inside My Head
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    Reading, Writing, Conversation, Story-Telling, Coffee, Cigarettes, Art, Music, Sightseeing, Traveling, Photography/Video Making, Driving, Anime, Steampunk, Indie
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    Straight

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  1. Music Playlist : 

    Paramore 

    Mayday Parade

    Linkin Park 

    Evanescence 

    [[ indie ]] 

    Ect....

  2. I'm crying lately,  this pain is just too much. I feel like I'm dying lately .Am I human or not? I can't keep up with this race, I can barely look in the mirror ,at my face. Is it horror,  or is it just a bad dream?  I can't seem to control anything. And I'm crying now, crying loud. Why can't I tell? Why does it leave,  this smile on my face, so fake, but not this misery.  Don't show, don't tell. Might as well say my mouth has been sewn closed. Afraid too well, a word to me, a feeling is my grief. Waiting for this delivery, that will seal me into my fate. I can't hide anymore, I can't run, my fun is taken. Give me a moment to conceal, all that I have already hidden away, just one brief moment to convince myself, I'm going to be okay...

    As long as no one hits replay. 

     

  3. I'm crying lately, this pain is just too much. I feel like I'm dying lately .Am I human or not? I can't keep up with this race, I can barely look in the mirror ,at my face. Is it horror, or is it just a bad dream? I can't seem to control anything. And I'm crying now, crying loud. Why can't I tell? Why does it leave, this smile on my face, so fake, but not this misery. Don't show, don't tell. Might as well say my mouth has been sewn closed. Afraid too well, a word to me, a feeling is my grief. Waiting for this delivery, that will seal me into my fate. I can't hide anymore, I can't run, my
  4. [V1:] Can't you ( can't you) , just take me for who I am? ( Who I am?) We've been writing these letters, that don't make any sense anymore. I forgot to mention, the bottle is open, I have been drinking my life away for hours now. ((Hours now )) , just hoping for once you'd understand. That I love only you--- youuuu. Chorus: Just take me ( take me) for who I AM! Take me away, we can run in the sand, but forgive me if I fall, all over AGAIN! Take me, take me. My heart is open, I have sewed it up so many times, I'm given you a chance to complete me. Do you, do you even notice, I co
  5. By that I mean, I grew up much of the same ways. I was molested, my mom wasn't shhh-- and I always felt like no one understood me. Ten years later, I have been diagnosed with PTSD, Generalized Anxiety Disorder, Major Depressive Disorder and Borderline Personality Disorder.... I attempted twice, and self-mutilate, occasionally. My head isn'ta place to be. This is the only way I describe it best:
  6. Just quite heartbreaking
  7. "Pull down your pants, young -in." (But, why?) ? "Does that feel good?" ( You're scaring me, no... it hurts... I trusted you.) 'YES'. "Tell me to go lower, young-in. ( Is this a different kind of game besides you tickling me?) 'OKAY' ? "THEY ARE ONLY CHILDREN, THEY LIKE TO MAKE UP STORIES, THAT NEVER HAPPENED." A father argued, clueless. (But it did... no justice ?. ) Be Careful, An Advisory Ah, yes, that's how I do it. This is fun... "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? THAT'S ALL WRONG, DO IT RIGHT! !" Mom yells... she just con
  8. I'm on a constant roller coaster. Obsessed with love, obsessed with longing and affection, but I also... Push others away, accuse, beg, plead. Everything just hurts 'too much'. Sometimes, I'll take a razor and cut my skin... sometimes I want to end my life... Yet, I'm silenced. I was silenced through the yelling, the accusations, the emotion , mental and psycological abuse. How does one explain that? An anchor wrapped around my ankle, and being drown because it gets deeper and deeper? The only thing is I don't die...
  9. Buried secrets , lie within me Secrets that seal my lips with wires, and inability to speak , like we're on fire In a sunset, on the beach, but there's glass here Glass that pierces my very flesh And stings like a bee Like these crystal's shedding through the darkest eyes I'm here in a room consistent with lies, Why am I the center Too bad it's cold and I'm held down by shackles Learning my own demise.
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