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"I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty
uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal
pweor of the hmuan mnid. Aoccdrnig to a
rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't
mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the
olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer
be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl
mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm.
Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed
ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.
Amzanig huh? Yaeh and I awlyas toghuht slpeling
was ipmorantt! tahts so cool!"

I could read this! :D
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Room 304, Tongue and Night.

With a smile in the face.. with tears running, a knife on the wrist.
The voice I believed a lie, giggles morbid victim.
Looking at and crying, red liquid running through the vessel.
Unable to cut off even this life, morbid victim.
Let this wound be deeper deeper deeper coloring this white room red.
The victim has no tongue.
No lights, closed one morning of twelve-year-old.
I tend to be a vegetarian kitten, tend to be rare.
Father, Mother, let this wound be deeper deeper deeper coloring red.
Bound in a crowd feeling isolation, could do nothing.
Tomorrow will not come again, night of sixteen-year-old.
Afraid of tonight, the night is cold, a crowd of night, drowned in the night.
Tomorrow will not come again, Spring of a sixteen-year-old.
Be quiet, close eyes, thinking about the face of Mother and Father.
Even how many times I laugh, I cry ever comes back.
Good-bye to the cold night of tears dried-up, slashing the wrist.
Tomorrow will not come again, Spring of a sixteen-year-old..

-Tooru Nishimura (Kyo from DIr en Grey)
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And i hope this makes you happy now , That the flame we had is burning out, And i hope you like your pictures facing down, As even broken hearts may have their doubts, And I'm taking all your memories off the shelf, And i don't need you or anybody else, So take a look at me, See what you want to see, When you get home, Just know that i'd rather die than even look at you.
-Mayday Parade