Learning To Fly

fictionistruthinsidealie-deacti asked: hey, we haven't spoken in a while! And I'm really sorry about that. I hope things are good on your side. Things are actually good here. :3 Hope you're still smiling :D
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hey it has been forever lol.. Things are good here as well. Finals are this month.. a lotta work, i’m sure you know lol

Every day is a struggle - senses fail

I was the chapstick in your purse, to keep you smooth. I was the finger in your throat, to keep you cute. My liver hates you for walking out on us. My kidney’s drowning in a pool of our long lost love.

I stole your perfume to spray in my room, You will always be here.

So Much for the past year, I poured it down the drain with all the alcohol and pain I got from, Your Eyes, Oh Your Eyes. I’m burning up my bedside, And are rotting out my insides slowly.

I was the hand that held your hair back from your face. Now I must forget the way you taste.

I stole your perfume to spray in my room, You will always be here.

So Much for the past year, I poured it down the drain with all the alcohol and pain I got from, Your Eyes, Oh Your Eyes Are burning up my bedside, And are rotting out my insides slowly.

I love you so damn much; I’ll even start to pray. I’ll put my faith in all your bullshit if it means you’ll stay. [Repeat]

So Much for the past year, I poured it down the drain with all the alcohol and pain I got from, Your Eyes, Oh Your Eyes Are burning up my bedside, And are rotting out my insides, Are burning out my bedside, And are rotting out my insides.

I love you so much, I started praying. I love you so much that I started praying. [Repeat]

The Used - Blood on My Hands

You felt the coldness in my eyes, It’s something I’m not revealing. Though you got used to my disguise, You can’t shake this awful feeling.

It’s the me that I let you know, Cause’ I’ll never show, I have my reasons. I hate to say that I told you so, But I told you so.

There’s blood on my hands like the blood in you. Some things can’t be treated so, Don’t make me, Don’t make me be myself around you.

Straight from your eyes it’s barely me. Beautifully so disfigured. This other side that you can’t see, Just praying you won’t remember.

Feel the pain that I never show, I hope you know, It’s never healing. I hate to say that I told you so, but I told you so.

There’s blood on my hands like the blood in you. Some things can’t be treated so, Don’t make me, Don’t make me be myself around you.

Straight from your eyes it’s barely me Beautifully so disfigured. This other side that you can’t see, Just praying you won’t remember.

There’s blood. There’s blood. There’s blood, blood, blood.

There’s blood on my hands like the blood in you. Some things can’t be treated so, Don’t make me, Don’t make me be myself around you.n

My first understanding of Recursion

double fact (double n) { cout « n « “\n” ; If (n==1) Return (1) ; Else Return (n*fact(n-1)) ; }

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Roses are #FF0000.

Violets are #0000A.  

 My heart’s the code, 

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