new poem =^.^= enjoy

"Let us die, Let us die Then dying we reply, Oh don't you tell us About your suffering, Now look in our eyes- Look in our eyes. Let us be, Let us be Our closeness is such that Where ever she rests her head In the softness underneath, She'll feel me and you'll Feel me Je leverai les yeux a toi- J'ai change cent foi de nom Je leverai les yeux a toi- Je n'ai pas d'espoir. When you laugh you'll feel My breath there filling up Your lungs. And when you cry Those aren't your tears but Im There falling down your cheek. And when you say you love him Taste me, Im like poison on Your tongue. But when your Tired, if your quiet, you'll Hear me singing you to sleep." I'm Becca. I'm not sure if what I believe in is really even there. I've lost several people that were close to me and possibly might lose another. I really don't understand it beyond the fact that's it's part of life to die eventually. It always hurts even if I'm smiling. I used to be the type of person that needed everyone to understand me, now I don't really care. what you think I am, is always what I will be to you in the back of your mind. I'm done trying to explain and done trying to make you see. They are your eyes, believe what you will. I love going to shows, they keep me feeling like I'm alive. I'm very big on supporting the local scene and do my best to do so. I promote a lot, it's fun to see a nice turn out at shows and whatnot. i love black lights and doing hair. I'm moving to Denmark in about two years. It's exciting but at the same time it's hard to think about. You know, just leaving everyone behind. At the same time, they're all going to move on with their lives and get where they need to be, so I have to as well. I'm all for getting phone calls or texts at 4 am. I can watch a documentary on just about anything really and find it interesting. I'm single. I don't look, relationships just sort of happen. sup.

going to shows. Making music. Hanging in Europe. Doing hair. Just having fun at the beach.

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