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"Be interesting or expect to be ignored"
Lets get one ******** thing STRAIGHT I am a BOY!!!!!
Im just pretty.
Im really tired of people making s**t about me , saying how I talk s**t about someone when I really don't , if I wanted to say something about you I would say it to your ******** face I don't need need that s**t.
I may be little but I can still ******** you up.
The name is Eddie, get that s**t right. I don’t give a ******** about your life , its not my business. I’m a big deal, deal with it. I am the next big thing, I have goals in life, unlike you. The makeup is gone. I’m giving life a second chance. Maybe the greatest thing will happen maybe , I will see.
Change is good in this industry, we become new, we become fresh. We throw away the old, only to be picked up again, to restart the cycle.
F
fully
A
aware of
K
killing your
E
ego
Thats what I am of course. Everyone else thinks I am, so I might as well be, right?! Cuteness comes easily, I'm sorry its so hard for you.
Makeup isnt something new on this face, pulled off to reveal a new boy, yes thats right, a BOY. Im tired of putting on a mask just to entertain you guys. The only one that matters is me. Theres no point of wearing makeup if im not happy. So im done with it.
Im starting new. New friends. New look. New everything. I want to find people that will actually like me for me ant not someone else. Someone that I appear to be. I think it's stupid that kids want to be my friends just because im known on this goddamn forsaken site.
Forget what I used to be, forget how I was, just remember how I am, now.
Jealousy comes in many forms, one being trashtalk. You may s**t talk all you want, but i know your jealous on the inside. FakeFakeFake is what I hear, but your pretty fake yourself seeing as how you want to be just like me. I'm one of a kind dont mess with this. I'm the only one like me, feast on this. Reveal it flash it show it. My look is like a supernova sealed with diamonds.
watch them as they decay. like innocence dreads the rust of age you despise unwinged angels...walking among us. They laugh and entertain us in dreams...through words , through actions. A simple wink of the eye or a complicated handjob. The fabulous ******** the filthy and guess who has it all caught on tape? A pitiful world for a pitiful congregation. A network of cowards , liars and rot. I hate it all. I hate the sleep because of the dream. I hate the sun because of the shine. I wonder where we're all going to be when another breath is whored from our lungs. I wonder where we're going to be when those collected breaths spill and tear the sky at the seams. It doesn't even matter really - because when it happens his hair [my hair , you assholes] will be perfect... and the men, women and children will wipe the blood from their eyes for one last glimpse.
People really need to be there selves and not like every other person on this site. This site is about individualty. Not about having the same about me's,pictures,and every other ******** thing. It's pretty ******** stupid how I can't tell the difference between anyones pages. It's all the same "Im glam" sorry to tell you but your ******** not. Wear fake Chanels , fake Dior , and fake everything else doesn't make you glam.
You want so bad to see my face covered with concern but that mask has been destroyed. I have shed that skin , I am a real boy. Give me an audience and five minutes and I will make them wish for movie scripts and sunsets in black and white. Theyll never understand that the ability is there , its the motivation to care that I cannot find. Perfection versus persuasion and in that war between breaths I curse both the saints and the sinners. Its not my fault. Maybe the things you dreamed were rusted and rotten and everything you thought you could tell me about myself is so far from honest that I ******** get sick when I see your lips begin to move. This world makes me tired. The fakeness , all the mannequins dancing hand in hand with deceit while the devil plays every song you ever wanted to write .
There arent enough oceans in the world to wash that s**t off your face but still you keep piling on the makeup and hollow smiles to disguise your empty eyesbut we both know who cries themselves to sleep at night. How it feels when youre alone and you realize youve wasted more words trying to convince the world that youre as real as it gets , buying long-sleeved anything to cover those needle holes and split wrists . Show me someone real , show me anything that I can learn to love because when the mascara is running and the city lights equal fire , all that youre gonna see is me walking away from you.
Dont ever tell me that I cantbitch, I could sell sweatshirts to fat kids in hell.
Do you think that I am sorry for your let downs? You have built empires with your eyes and I was the sky that destroyed every ******** wall , every ******** brick , every single assumption you had about me. Ive spent too much time knowing the ways of ruin and now that I am real , nothing can stop me. Now there is a purpose for shooting stars and wishing wells , there is a palace in my mind where gods gather to dissect and discuss words like beauty , perfect , and ******** you.
I have slowly become the ending to your favorite movie . I am the breeze that blows through your hair and makes you feel like a model for that one true moment when you wished you were happy and felt so alive. I am every sin at the same time , all wrapped around your tongue just dying to get to confession..but you cannot be me , not even with answered prayers or smoke and mirrors. Its the disappointment of these truths that keeps you alive and that is the greatest tragedy , that is the king of your empire, but you will thank me when you fall asleep tonight and realize that your mind has become a ghost town.
You would want to see me fail , or fall ... and I can't say I blame you. Paint me with brushstrokes of breathless beauty and make the canvas a whore.
Eddie.....the boy who started out a masterpiece and ended up an artist. Each whisper dancing on my lips like backwards wind . Every word parading itself on the empty streets of Perfection. They will [you will] never understand that I have thoughts , and a heart, and a mind that is as attractive as the outside. The more I think about it , the more I dont want you to understand. I dont want you to understand , because you refuse to . You refuse to see past skin and image. In your eyes reside judges minus juries and gavels slamming verdicts. You give me life without a chance of parole. You sentence me to live among the walking dead. Your words are like ashes , sifting out one true meaning and making me close my eyes and wonder what it would be like to be loved inside out .
Lets get one ******** thing STRAIGHT I am a BOY!!!!!
Im just pretty.
Im really tired of people making s**t about me , saying how I talk s**t about someone when I really don't , if I wanted to say something about you I would say it to your ******** face I don't need need that s**t.
I may be little but I can still ******** you up.
The name is Eddie, get that s**t right. I don’t give a ******** about your life , its not my business. I’m a big deal, deal with it. I am the next big thing, I have goals in life, unlike you. The makeup is gone. I’m giving life a second chance. Maybe the greatest thing will happen maybe , I will see.
Change is good in this industry, we become new, we become fresh. We throw away the old, only to be picked up again, to restart the cycle.
F
fully
A
aware of
K
killing your
E
ego
Thats what I am of course. Everyone else thinks I am, so I might as well be, right?! Cuteness comes easily, I'm sorry its so hard for you.
Makeup isnt something new on this face, pulled off to reveal a new boy, yes thats right, a BOY. Im tired of putting on a mask just to entertain you guys. The only one that matters is me. Theres no point of wearing makeup if im not happy. So im done with it.
Im starting new. New friends. New look. New everything. I want to find people that will actually like me for me ant not someone else. Someone that I appear to be. I think it's stupid that kids want to be my friends just because im known on this goddamn forsaken site.
Forget what I used to be, forget how I was, just remember how I am, now.
Jealousy comes in many forms, one being trashtalk. You may s**t talk all you want, but i know your jealous on the inside. FakeFakeFake is what I hear, but your pretty fake yourself seeing as how you want to be just like me. I'm one of a kind dont mess with this. I'm the only one like me, feast on this. Reveal it flash it show it. My look is like a supernova sealed with diamonds.
watch them as they decay. like innocence dreads the rust of age you despise unwinged angels...walking among us. They laugh and entertain us in dreams...through words , through actions. A simple wink of the eye or a complicated handjob. The fabulous ******** the filthy and guess who has it all caught on tape? A pitiful world for a pitiful congregation. A network of cowards , liars and rot. I hate it all. I hate the sleep because of the dream. I hate the sun because of the shine. I wonder where we're all going to be when another breath is whored from our lungs. I wonder where we're going to be when those collected breaths spill and tear the sky at the seams. It doesn't even matter really - because when it happens his hair [my hair , you assholes] will be perfect... and the men, women and children will wipe the blood from their eyes for one last glimpse.
People really need to be there selves and not like every other person on this site. This site is about individualty. Not about having the same about me's,pictures,and every other ******** thing. It's pretty ******** stupid how I can't tell the difference between anyones pages. It's all the same "Im glam" sorry to tell you but your ******** not. Wear fake Chanels , fake Dior , and fake everything else doesn't make you glam.
You want so bad to see my face covered with concern but that mask has been destroyed. I have shed that skin , I am a real boy. Give me an audience and five minutes and I will make them wish for movie scripts and sunsets in black and white. Theyll never understand that the ability is there , its the motivation to care that I cannot find. Perfection versus persuasion and in that war between breaths I curse both the saints and the sinners. Its not my fault. Maybe the things you dreamed were rusted and rotten and everything you thought you could tell me about myself is so far from honest that I ******** get sick when I see your lips begin to move. This world makes me tired. The fakeness , all the mannequins dancing hand in hand with deceit while the devil plays every song you ever wanted to write .
There arent enough oceans in the world to wash that s**t off your face but still you keep piling on the makeup and hollow smiles to disguise your empty eyesbut we both know who cries themselves to sleep at night. How it feels when youre alone and you realize youve wasted more words trying to convince the world that youre as real as it gets , buying long-sleeved anything to cover those needle holes and split wrists . Show me someone real , show me anything that I can learn to love because when the mascara is running and the city lights equal fire , all that youre gonna see is me walking away from you.
Dont ever tell me that I cantbitch, I could sell sweatshirts to fat kids in hell.
Do you think that I am sorry for your let downs? You have built empires with your eyes and I was the sky that destroyed every ******** wall , every ******** brick , every single assumption you had about me. Ive spent too much time knowing the ways of ruin and now that I am real , nothing can stop me. Now there is a purpose for shooting stars and wishing wells , there is a palace in my mind where gods gather to dissect and discuss words like beauty , perfect , and ******** you.
I have slowly become the ending to your favorite movie . I am the breeze that blows through your hair and makes you feel like a model for that one true moment when you wished you were happy and felt so alive. I am every sin at the same time , all wrapped around your tongue just dying to get to confession..but you cannot be me , not even with answered prayers or smoke and mirrors. Its the disappointment of these truths that keeps you alive and that is the greatest tragedy , that is the king of your empire, but you will thank me when you fall asleep tonight and realize that your mind has become a ghost town.
You would want to see me fail , or fall ... and I can't say I blame you. Paint me with brushstrokes of breathless beauty and make the canvas a whore.
Eddie.....the boy who started out a masterpiece and ended up an artist. Each whisper dancing on my lips like backwards wind . Every word parading itself on the empty streets of Perfection. They will [you will] never understand that I have thoughts , and a heart, and a mind that is as attractive as the outside. The more I think about it , the more I dont want you to understand. I dont want you to understand , because you refuse to . You refuse to see past skin and image. In your eyes reside judges minus juries and gavels slamming verdicts. You give me life without a chance of parole. You sentence me to live among the walking dead. Your words are like ashes , sifting out one true meaning and making me close my eyes and wonder what it would be like to be loved inside out .
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