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Entire structures adorned with intricate details of gruesome tales and enchanting myths narrating the grim lives of roughly made up antiheros and their understudies.

Hanna Brisson

Entire structures adorned with intricate details of gruesome tales and enchanting myths narrating the grim lives of roughly made up antiheros and their understudies.
HANNA BRISSON

Admire Detail Live Narrate Rough Structure
Infinite doorways navigating you down the rabbit hole into the magical grasp of the queens heart.
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Grasp Heart Infinite Magic Navigate
I think I’m going to need sleeping pills if I wanna cure my insomnia caused by thoughts of us invading my dreams every time my eyes start to flutter closed.
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Dreams Eyes Myself Need Sleeping Start Thinking Time
The only reason you wanted me around was to make sure you had your entertainment so when the time came that somebody new and more interesting came along I was cut off as if I was nothing more than a background character in your story.
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Character Entertainment Reason Relationship Story Time Toxic Yourself
I have been reliving the memories I have of us trying to figure out where it all went wrong but there is no use in trying to find my tomorrow in the yesterdays with you.
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Finding Future Memories Myself Try Yourself
You’re begging for a second chance since you’re sure you can prove it was just a silly misunderstanding unfortunately I’d rather drink bleach than try to get along with you.
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Beg Chance Drink Misunderstand Myself Yourself
For now I have to make do with fantasising about me and you, you and me, and what we will never ever be again since you’ve been ignoring me for weeks now. And I’m at the end of my patience as well as ideas of how to catch your attention.
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Attention Catch Dreams End Fantasy Ideas Ignorance Patience Relationship Toxic Yourself
I want to rip every thought out of my head and shove it into a shoebox and just so I can have my sense of control back.
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Control Head Myself Thinking
Jungle rain mimicking an adagio composed by Bach digging into the skin of eternalised deities.
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Forever God Rain Skin
Last night in my dreams I went down memory lane relieving all that we did my hope rekindled once again only to be destroyed by my sledge hammer battering down at the sight of your smile.
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Destroy Dreams Memories Night Sledge Smile Yourself
Half the time I feel like I’m talking to the wall because you don’t react at all and then the shock comes when I begin to scream that I just want somebody to listen to me.
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Feeling Listening Myself Reaction Scream Talk Time
I’m sorry for ignoring you its not you its me because for a while I didn’t have any space left for you in my head or in my heart. But I do now so maybe we could try again.
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Head Heart Ignorance Myself Space Try
You’re going on and on about this and that which happened in the past but don’t you think its time to forget about all that and move on to something else.
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Move On Past Thinking Time Yourself
You tried slithering your way back in through cracks that were growing because of the knife you stabbed in my heart.
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Crack Heart Myself Try Way
I am trying to understand why you just cant talk to me is it something I said that made you ignore me or is all of this on you trying to make me look like a fool for thinking I could change my behavior and you’d love me once more.
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Change Ignorance Love Myself Talk Try Understand Yourself
I keep on making these fake scenarios about the two of us just to get a respite from the reality we live in in which you have no clue that I like you.
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Dreams Fake Fantasy Live Myself Scenario Yourself

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