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Third Strike

So I ran around in the dark (a mistake)
With blind eyes, and a blind mind (a choice)
I've ran out of words (a crime)
Let me end this now (so I can die)
I've broken down (ran out of time)
Ruined everything again (my life)
Why can't I go? Why can't I go?

CHORUS: Blistering fire tears my insides
To a crisp, I find myself go blind
Help me now, I need your kiss so bad
Look, now I've succumbed to be sad
Tear drops burn my wounds
I always figured I'd end up last, I'd lose

And this time I'll be smart
Won't be misled, won't be brought down
Walk my way over the snow covered hills
Find a life that suites me well
So long, we'll meet again sometime before hell

CHORUS x 2

REPEAT 1 with parentheses first

CHORUS x 1

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Portrait of Mikoláš Aleš - Maximilian Pirner

Bridget Finn, the director of Art Basel Miami Beach, comes from the gallery world. As the art market contracts and rival fairs expand, how will she deliver? https://t.co/6xcIdMT1Rs

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Where would i be without you two...

you guys bring me happiness everyday
when i see you at school
or when we're walking home

when i need to cry on someones shoulder
you guys are the ones i would go to
and ones that would actually care

we have the best of times together
i remember the joke we shared months ago
the insides we have from everyday

when I'm mad at someone else
i go to talk to you guys
u can feel my anger and pain

where would i be without you two...

dedicated-
Casey D.(Gertrude) and Elaina H. I dont know what i would do without you two. You guys complete me i SO many ways. I love you guys and i always will!!!

Concerns raised

These cartoons may seem like harmless entertainment, but some researchers have raised concerns about the underlying lessons in Disney's films.

The most common criticism is the gender, racial and cultural stereotypes.

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Suicide

Why did I do this,
Why did I lie,
Why did I chose that I wanted to die?
I picked up that knife,
And slit up and down,
The blood rushing out,
my life ending fast was a definite doubt,
I swallowed those pills,
I knew the many people that kills,
The taste sour in my mouth,
My breath now was going south,
Slower and slower I began to breath,
Why did he have to leave,
I lay on the floor,
Trying to reach the door,
My screams no one heard,
Not even a single word,
I begged to God,
Don't let me do this,
Don't let me die,
Then for no reason,
I began to wonder why,
I remembered his face,
Oh I want to leave this place,
I crawled out the door,
Blood rushing out more and more,
The trail followed me into the kitchen,
I opened a drawer,
Then everything I used to fear,
Became so clear,
As I held that gun to my head,
I knew in a minute Id be dead,
BOOM...
Standing over my body I began to realize,
That Im not the only person people will try to victimize,
Why did I do this,
Why did I lie,
Why did I chose,
That I wanted to die?

A new opera by Mikael Karlsson and Royce Vavrek, directed by Ivo van Hove, aims to capture the magic of Ingmar Bergman’s lavish film “Fanny and Alexander” in half the time. https://t.co/l1PUkeyRS1

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*Angel*

Show me where everything is hidden
When there's no place left to hide
Do you feel like life's a one way trip
And your only there for the ride

When will the pain all go away
When can I let free again
When will the pain all go away
When can I truly love again

What is it that you are trying to show me
Am I missing all the clues
An angel who wants to be happy and free
But right now is just feeling the blues

Can’t I just be happy again
No more worries anymore
Can’t I just love again
Instead of always shutting the door

Let the angel spread her wings
And soar through life free
Without letting her worry
About where the end may be

This angel is going to love again
Something she thought she’d never do
There is nothing that this angel won’t do
Just to always be in love with you

Danyon L. Youngs
2-11-02

I am not what it seems

I am
not me

I am not what I seem to be

I am not what I look like
masked in the darkness
that only the tears can see
shimmering droplets of fear
breaking the barrier of myself

I am

wrecked
split
torn
embedded

I am a creature behind the pain
sensually smiling to everyone
screaming inside for what is not
as I die with every little breath
I take this life down with me

I am

horrid
masked
broken
terrified

I am hurting for help from others
yet I ask the wrong questions
pondering when I will be saved
yet awaiting the tock of the clock
that never seems to pass on by

I am

crimson
cut
severed
tainted

I am what I feel inside of me
killing off the presence of life
bearing down in the empty hole
realizing no heart was what I had
stone cold in the isolation of myself

I am

ignorant
pitiful
disgraceful
stupid

I am what I don't seem to be
so look at the out and not the in
for your eyes will fill with tears
as my body lay in the cold emptiness
knowing what I was, not who I am

“Die Frau Ohne Schatten,” a dense ode to fertility, may not sound appealing at first. But in this performance at the Metropolitan Opera, the fairy tale comes movingly to life. It’s a Critic’s Pick. https://t.co/7cOqsVENUG

India Art Fair cancels Mumbai debut–The planned event would have clashed with the city's long-standing Art Mumbai fair

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Passing Time

• “Such things that disappear in time we find ourselves longing to see again. We search for them in close-up, as we search for our hands in a dream.” - Patti Smith
• “How is it that we never completely comprehend our love for someone until they’re gone.” - Patti Smith
• “Why is it that we lost the things we love, and things cavalier cling to us and will be the measure of our worth after we’re gone.” - Patti Smith

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God Is A Queer

I bet if I told you,
You could see faith.
But you're too stupid,
Too figure him out.
The answer is right here,
God is a queer.

I bet you would fuck him,
Of course, you're a believer.
I bet you would feel him,
Of course, you raise your hands to him

You write songs for him,
But whats he done for you.
WoW! Free-will, I've sold mine,
But where's the truth at?
At least we know, Satan,
There are pictures, and diseases.
But where is God?
Who knows, but all I know is,
God is a Christian Queer

Fading

a few unwanted words
meant more then pain itself
we were falling all together
thought talking might help
i guess i was wrong
it only made it worst
the tears finally came
and we both just burst
a couple days that were unbearable
thought - how could i go on
those few hours we hadn't spoke
seemed like way to long
just when i thought we were over
that we'd finally reached the end
we both thought it over
and we still were best of friends
you promised no more fading
i promised to put you as one
but as a week or two went past
the hiding from each other again begun
you don't tell me anything
all i ever hear are those three words
as though everything will be okay
as long as they are heard
i don't tell you either
fear it won't be kept safe
that something else will begin
and all the love will turn to hate
i want to know whats wrong
just tell me and prove yourself true
and i promise if there's anything i need
i will always turn to you
no more hiding anything
no more creating pain
always there for each other
to keep each other sane
always will i love you
i never want to see you fade
just as long as you promise
never to throw what we have away
not over some guy
or something you think is love
because together thats what we have
thats what our friendships' of
you were the one who was there before
the greatest friend in the world
i love you always and forever

always ~ your baby girl

~*)()(baby girl)()(*~

Experts foresee a prosperous Art Basel Miami Beach 2024. Textiles will appear all throughout the aisles, as will works by Maurizio Cattelan. https://t.co/Zoid1HDQnj

The story behind the ambitious exhibition "We Live in Painting: The Nature of Color in Mesoamerican Art" at LACMA. https://t.co/tXxkUZOy7k

Weakening Strength

I’m weak and tired,
shaky and damaged.
Why does strength make me
weak?
Why every time I stand strong
do I shake and inside,
turn meek?
Strength rips off my flesh
and tears my insides
so the timid, helpless child
can no longer hide—
No longer hide
the tears, the screams
the slashing, the gashing,
the moaning the pain,
the ashes, the crashes,
the rain, no gain.
Strength grabs me, it stabs me
and sets me afire;
it slaps me, it snaps me,
running me down
to the mud and the mire.
I walk proudly
as strength kills me from the
inside out.
I scream and shout
but my pain reaches not one ear
while I fall and shake,
cry and break;
yelling for something to save
me,
for strength to stop raping me
and killing me
with every breath I take.

Untitled (Body Trailing Blood) - Kiki Smith

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Misery

Glistening streams silently fall,
Upon broken shards of suffering.
The glass shards pierce my fragile mind,
And blood drips down my quavering hands.
My cries are so silent but shrill,
Yet no one detects my misery.
I beg and plead for someone’s help,
But they all ignore my eerie sobs.
Nothing but the rain touches me;
It can only wash the blood away;
I will always feel this damned pain.
But I will mask it with some façade.
Don’t worry about me right now,
These tears will dry and I’ll be okay.
It’s just another mental fight,
And it will all end soon enough.

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