Suicide is not so much the love of death,
as it is the fear of l i v i n g '

From day one I talk about getting out
But not forgetting about
All my worst fears are letting out
He said why put a new address on the same old loneliness
When breathing just passes the time
Until we get old and die
Now talking is just a waste of death
And why put a new address on the same old loneliness
And this you and me
And me and you until we’ve got nothing left
-Fallout boy
“Get busy living or get busy dying (do your part to save the scene and stop going to shows)”

coldheartedbiatch's Works

Poetry (Abuse)	10/12/2005	pain
Poetry (Abuse)	10/12/2005	fear
Poetry (Love)	10/15/2005	With you
Poetry (Love)	10/16/2005	never give up
Poetry	10/19/2005	What do you do?
Poetry (Love)	10/23/2005	lying with you
Poetry (Depressed)	11/11/2005	one thing
Poetry (Personal)	11/23/2005	Don't Make Me Change
Poetry (Rage)	11/23/2005	Leave Me Alone
Poetry (Reflective)	11/23/2005	Let Me Live
Poetry (Reflective)	11/26/2005	thinking of you
Poetry (Love)	11/29/2005	longing for you
Poetry (Love)	11/29/2005	You
Poetry (Reflective)	12/01/2005	I want to remember
Poetry (Reflective)	12/04/2005	Say Something
Poetry (Love)	12/04/2005	Tell Me
Poetry (Depressed)	12/13/2005	scars
Poetry (Personal)	12/18/2005	call me a slut
Poetry (Love)	12/22/2005	Let you go
Poetry (Depressed)	01/02/2006	Just do It

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