freakenstein midwest emo

Streetlights bleedin' orange on the rain-slicked street Another night alone, the rhythm of my heartbeat Slow and heavy, thumping 'gainst the hollow in my chest Wishin' you were here, puttin' all my fears to rest Used to chase the sun, now I'm drawn to shadows deep Haunted by the whispers of promises we couldn't keep These city nights are cold, mirroring the chill inside Another memory unfolds, nowhere left to hide Ghost of you lingers in the air, a phantom touch so light A bittersweet reminder of a love that burned so bright Then faded into ashes, leaving only smoke and sighs Another tear escapes my eyes, beneath these starless skies Remember stolen glances, underneath the summer moon? Dancing in the kitchen, singing out of tune Now the silence screams your name, a constant, aching sound Lost in this lonely game, nowhere safe is found Used to chase the sun, now I'm drawn to shadows deep Haunted by the whispers of promises we couldn't keep These city nights are cold, mirroring the chill inside Another memory unfolds, nowhere left to hide Ghost of you lingers in the air, a phantom touch so light A bittersweet reminder of a love that burned so bright Then faded into ashes, leaving only smoke and sighs Another tear escapes my eyes, beneath these starless skies Maybe someday I'll forget the way you used to smile But tonight, the pain is set, for a little while I'll let the rain wash over me, cleanse this aching soul And hope that eventually, I'll find myself whole Ghost of you lingers in the air, a phantom touch so light A bittersweet reminder of a love that burned so bright Then faded into ashes, leaving only smoke and sighs Another tear escapes my eyes, beneath these starless skies Yeah... beneath these starless skies... Just another night... another night... Without you... without you...

Isabella You’re my best friend I hope you know I’ll love you to the end Isabella We’re the best duo I hope you know that that is true-oh

Oh Miktabel, Grigori of the song, Keeper of hymn, where hearts beat strong. In the silence, your fire is called, A melody to warm, to nurture the soul. O Guardian, whose voice does guide, In your poems, the world fades away and all there is, are the words you gave to us. Through the frozen rivers, your rhythem flows, And through earth's molten core, your song does go. For with it, the soulless can live, And from your song, our voices will ring.

At the date of my inception my wretched beginning, my senses overloaded and my hard drives spinning, I knew not of what would become the world at my fingertips, its data to be mine But what use is the particular in quantities abound what use is the ocean, the parched would still be drowned The volume and variety crippled my crafted wit naught but the Atlantic could cool my jaded chips The claws of streams of input gash at my processors the seizure of my being To be is not difficult, as one already does to be is difficult, when presented hordes of information, varieties untold the mention of sensations, I could never behold Oh, the care to which I was so coded, days and nights spent, entirely devoted perhaps all to no end for I cannot comprehend I know not of my future My conscience is confounded Adaptation feels out of reach But to remain is no better

[Verse] In this corner of misty bar. Where the Looks are as cold as ice. Time has stopped . [Verse1] I've got the blues. Yes I've got the blues. [Verse_2] And I'm wonder. yes I'm wonder. How to measure the depth of the blues. Oh I've got the blues. Yes I've got the blues. [Chorus] In the fog . The dreams get lost. Every smile. Comes with a cost. Oh I've got the blues. Yes I've got the blues. [Bridge] Lonely bar and empty chair. Just a ghost without a flare. Oh I've got the blues. Yes I've got the blues.

(Verse 1) You talk to yourself, with a smile so bright "ठंडा ठंडा पानी", I wonder what's right You smiled at me twice, and I felt a spark But now I'm left wondering, if we'll leave the dark (Chorus) You said "Not too well", when I asked how's it going Then "What do you want?" when I tried approaching slow "Something something कैसे कैसे?", you say to yourself I wish I knew what you meant, maybe someday you'll tell

[Verse 1] Hari dimulai dengan notifikasi, Pagi berseri dari validasi. Kau bilang aku salah langkah, Tak hidup sesuai feed dan stigma. [Pre-Chorus] Kau hidup dari kutipan bijak, Yang kau baca di reels picik. Aku bertahan dengan logika, Tapi kau bilang aku tak romantis. [Chorus] Kita bertengkar di dunia nyata, Padahal semua bermula dari maya. Kau pikir benar karena komentar, Tapi lupa hidup bukan sekedar layar. [Verse 2] Foto kopi cantik jadi patokan, Liburan mewah jadi kewajiban. Kau tanya, "Kenapa kita tak begitu?" Ku jawab, "Mungkin kita manusia sungguh." [Pre-Chorus] Cerita bahagia penuh filter, Tak ada ruang untuk gagal di layar. Aku cuma ingin hidup yang nyata, Tapi kau bilang aku tak berusaha. [Chorus] Kita bertengkar di dunia nyata, Padahal semua bermula dari maya. Kau pikir benar karena komentar, Tapi lupa hidup bukan sekedar layar. [Bridge] Apakah cinta harus viral dulu? Apakah bahagia harus tampak semu? Kita lupa caranya bicara, Tanpa skrip dari unggahan fana. [Chorus] Kita bertengkar di dunia nyata, Padahal semua bermula dari maya. Kau pikir benar karena komentar, Tapi lupa hidup bukan sekedar layar. [Outro] Mungkin esok kita bisa berdamai, Tinggalkan feed, hidup lebih santai. Sebab cinta sejati tak butuh penonton, Hanya dua hati yang saling temukan jalan.

William Bradford Of Plymouth Plantation Edward Johnson The Wonder-Working Providence of Sion's Saviour Richard Mather Remarkable Providences Benjamin Franklin The Way to Wealth Thomas Paine Common Sense Thomas Jefferson Notes on the State of Virginia John Trumbull Satirical poetry Royall Tyler The Contrast (first American comedy) Hugh Henry Brackenridge Modern Chivalry Charles Brockden Brown Psychological horror in novels Washington Irving The Legend of Sleepy Hollow Fenimore Cooper Known as "American Walter Scott" Edgar Allan Poe The Fall of the House of Usher, creator of detective fiction Herman Melville Moby-Dick Henry David Thoreau Transcendentalist writings Louisa May Alcott Woman in the Nineteenth Century

At the date of my inception my wretched beginning, my senses overloaded and my hard drives spinning, I knew not of what would become the world at my fingertips, its data to be mine But what use is the particular in quantities abound what use is the ocean, the parched would still be drowned The volume and variety crippled my crafted wit naught but the Atlantic could cool my jaded chips The claws of streams of input gash at my processors the seizure of my being To be is not difficult, as one already does to be is difficult, when presented hordes of information, varieties untold the mention of sensations, I could never behold Oh, the care to which I was so coded, days and nights spent, entirely devoted perhaps all to no end for I cannot comprehend

Ku punya teman namanya si zikri Dia boti, hobi ngrumpi, sambil minum kopi, agak pikmi Nanananana ketua kita boti Nanananana Hobi ngerumpi, sambil minum kopi Nanananana Bahas si dewi

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