

UntitledForgiveness does not come cheap the second time around. Once, The first, the finely spun tale was believed; was accepted. And friendship blossomed between us again. The inevitable happened once more.Untitled
The excuses and the lies that you told. You said them so sincerely, you probably believed them yourself. But the excuses were for my ears, alone. They were not needed for friend number 2, 3 and 4. Only for this one. The supposed friend number one.
I always have to learn to trust anew, because of people like you. I always get let dow


_A Question of Ideals_Maybe if I shy away from reality... it wont exist._A Question of Ideals_
Maybe if I hold my hands over my ears... screaming my lungs out of my chest... everything will just slip away.
Maybe... everything will just "poof", and be gone. Wouldnt it be nice if there was a middle plain... where we could just float for eternity? Everything surrounding would be empty space; pitch black like a vat of tar. There'd be no stars to reach for, no pandemonium for the top. An equal plain.
Is this a communistic ideal?


Existentialism on Prom NightHeart boxers and Incubus shirts... the smell of him fills my head with fantastical thoughts of the night before. When I was closely cuddled next to his still, sleeping form. That feeling of wholeness that non could surpass.Existentialism on Prom Night
I awoke that morning warm and full of happiness. Just remembering the whispered phrases and meaningful carresses. Giving me a distracted air; daydreams invading my brain beacuse of its incapacity to function with my senses full of him. I wish he was my teddy bear every night...
I wish it could stay this way forever... But even if we do stay together,


State of HappinessSlipping into myself once more. Away from all the whispers and the swarms of people. Contemplating in silent suffering, I hide away without a word or even backward glance. What's a life with regrets? Many...many "if" questions.State of Happiness
On the exterior seemingly annoyed, angry and sad. These emotions are constantly a front. A consistant mask that seems right to have in place. Inside, it is all rot. Trying to juggle too many tasks and always having to start over too far along the sequence... Optomism is far; out of reach.
A smile might shatter the perfected facade for
Devious Comments
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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umm.. yea.
98% of the teenage population does or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2% who is gonna do it tonight for the first time, copy & paste this in your signature.
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!Will
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'Tis the time's plague when madmen lead the blind
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[::Life and memories::][::Her space::][::Her art::]
Sorry, I wasn't gone, my computer was...&^%(*&%)*(^)(!!!
Back to you and eager to hear from you, ok?. Love, Bob
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Let's stay connected (the_care_hands@hotmail.com)
my hands seems to get a bit shrivled and boney... looks like i'm a gonna be myself again this year for hallow's eve... the reaper to sow his seeds for next year...
:hugs:
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...Hath thou seen the dark night when the evil lurks and the ch
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Junky is doing The Big 100 Quest! Take a looksie.
~ <3 Shananners
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To be positive at all times is to ignore all that is important sacred or valuable...
To be negative at all times is to be threatened by ridiculousness and instant discredibility...
-Kurt Cobain [1967-1994]
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ahahahaha.
You could use Sarah's absence note as shitty birth control!"-Me on that sluthoebag (Anne
haahahaha ~dies~
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"I don't like the idea of being buried. I would prefer to walk out into the desert and be eaten by birds" - Elliott Smith
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- I know that monkey, I think his name is Donkey..
- Monkeys aren't donkeys! Quit messing with my head!
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and the corey I know ..his fam name is tardiff I think
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"I don't like the idea of being buried. I would prefer to walk out into the desert and be eaten by birds" - Elliott Smith
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Drip...Drip...A sink full of blood...A human hanging up above....Drip...Drip...Out of sight....Always in the night....
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I get bricked daily for my lame puns.
That's why I wear a helmet.
Can YOU Catch 'Em All?
(Yes, I am french)
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"I don't like the idea of being buried. I would prefer to walk out into the desert and be eaten by birds" - Elliott Smith
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