Lashes heavily lidded with distorted cognitions.

Upon your steed my boy, we shall jump upon our horses and pillage the land. Strip it bare of it’s people, of it’s riches.
Come now my boy, for the sun is rising and our men weary.
The time to drink and be merry will shine it’s light down onto us again,
So rise to your horses my men,
We will ride out into the horizon, leave blood in our wake.

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Illegalhappiness | all I want is grinning optimism and happy...

all I want is grinning optimism and happy nonsense,
I hoped the world would smile my way.
Why? did you think you were special?
You’ll never be anything more than a fool.
But I want more! I want to be more! I want to love!
I don’t want to feel fear.
I’d rather feel you.

Cue hysterical laughter,
It missed it’s cue, thankfully - tears came as her understudy.
So let your mind wander off into blank face stares.

Hush now baby, please don’t cry.

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