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he tastes like you but sweeter
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Jan 8, 2010 12:23 pm
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i`ve severed these ties.
i`ve left the edges frayed.
i`ve never felt so free.
i`ve never felt so small.
"Thanks for the memories, even though they weren't so great. He tastes like you but sweeter."
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this time you've drawn blood
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Dec 15, 2009 1:16 pm
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it hurts too much i can hardly bare it,
im screaming inside, listen closely to hear it.
i reached in my chest to give you my heart,
you looked at it, laughed and tore it apart.
you were like a drug; my favorite pill,
you swore that you'd change but you never will.
and now you swear that, you swear you love me,
but i may have your heart they have your body.
now it is done and its all put to rest,
so why is there still a pain in my chest?
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fool me once shame on me, fool me twice i'm still an idiot
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Jul 31, 2009 11:48 am
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once again, the cold sting of betrayal takes it's toll
its like a brick in the small of my back
only you aren't worth my tears or the time
i'm through with listening to your lies
and i'm through with pretending to believe them
i've never felt so guilty as when i say i love you.
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'good to know that if i ever need attention, all i need to do is die'
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Mar 12, 2009 11:58 am
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i bite my lip to keep feelings behind my tongue.
days seem to grow increasingly lethargic.
nights seem to grow increasingly nastalgic.
is this pathetic or am i just apathetic?
lets just skip to the part where death does us part.
know what, lets just skip the whole ceremony.
(ps. i dont actually want death, dont worry)
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i'm kind of a mean person :)
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Feb 8, 2009 7:21 pm
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you're as charming as a serial killer.
waiting for me to let my guard down
well, it's down.
stab away.
cold showers can't rid me of these thoughts.
neither can a metaphorical knife in my back.
u make me sick.
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memories are all i have
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Feb 1, 2009 12:38 pm
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memories are just stains from the past
imprinted on my imperfect mind.
i scream at the top of my tired lungs;
how can someone become more than just a memory?
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imagine
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Jan 2, 2009 10:30 pm
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my imagination moves faster than my lips ever could.
i live life between fiction and reality
to the point that i can't tell the difference.
it helps me sleep at night.
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NEW YEARS
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Dec 31, 2008 7:56 am
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alas, another year comes to an end.
just an annual reminder that life is just one big count down.
(i'm not sure i want the prize at the end)
i'm not a pessimist.
i'm a realist.
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