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This is a goodbye-and-thank-you-for-everything song that I made kwa myself :). I decided to put it here in D.D (Dream Diary) so I hope wewe guys like it :).
Comments are welcomed! :)

~Verse 1~:
I used to be his girl
I used to onyesha him what’s right and what’s wrong
It felt so right ‘cause I thought being with him was gonna last for the rest of our lives
But now, recalling his menacing words that he used against me like he was going to hurl
Here’s what I’m gonna write in my goodbye song …

~Chorus~:
Even though you’re far away
I want wewe to know that I’m gonna be okay
I want wewe to look after...

Take all your seacond chances,
And turn away one last time,
Don't even say your goodbyes,
I just need some answers,
A beautiful release,
And it's hard to think of what didn't last,

How used to... Drag me headfirst,
Into your love-skickining gaze,
And kiss my lips, so sweet,
I need a distraction,

To keep me away,
Don't even look one last time,
Don't blow me your kisses,
Cause making me believe,
You where everything I wanted...

The storm keeps on twisting,
Keeps on building the lies,
That wewe make up for all that wewe lack,
There's always some reason, to feel not good enough,
Memory seeps from my veins......

Sadness...

It sometimes happens from time to time.
But sometimes, it just stays there, locked up inside.
It just doesn’t go away. Even after your soul is gone from your body, it’s still hanging around.

Sadness.

That’s the biggest word that anyone can ever feel.
You can see it through someone else’s eyes if wewe just look a little closer. Like seeing someone dying can make sadness overcome your darkest fears.
All wewe feel is just sadness.

Here.
There.
Everywhere.

It’s hard to let it go when the one wewe loved the most, isn’t here with wewe anymore.
Everyone’s been through that experience-even...

Thundering Night ~:. Mirror.:^ 

Blood spatters my vision as I tear through the rugged terrain of the thick pine forest. Sinseta's rough and edgy voice calling after me. 
"Sasha? Sasha sweetie please stop! I can explain," And her pace quickens arms outstretched fingers edging nearer to to red fabric of my hoodie. But I know better, and I don't stop, I quicken my pace until my legs burn, and even then I refuse to lower my pace. I know the horrible thing she'd done. My bare feet blister and cut on the dense forest floor, sending streaks of pain searing through my whole body. Sinseta hot on my...