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@ulekai | 26 August 04 | |
mother rusia do not suffer, i know bold enough, ive been around the world, and i have seen your lo-ove,
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@chkybabe | 26 August 04 | |
The ghosts of yesterday linger, bringing darknes 2 my sleep..Haunting me,taunting me, surrounded by their darknes i begin 2 weep..Looking in2 the mirror,only a stranger i can see.. shattered,torn,lost,a shadow of who i used 2 be..Pain runs thru my veins,fear cripples my heart..I scream out but no1 hears, i slip further in2 the dark..*written by me*
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@ulekai | 26 August 04 | |
hmmm, it got something.
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@chkybabe | 26 August 04 | |
Time heals all wounds,atleast thats wat they say.So as i fall asleep 2nyt,i pray it will take the pain of u away.I look up 2 the stars,remembering wat u said,Empty words n broken promises,swirl endlesly in my head.Sumday il get over u,n once again the sun wil shine brite.But that dosnt help me now,or stop these tears 2nyt. *written by me*
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@ulekai | 26 August 04 | |
again.
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@ulekai | 26 August 04 | |
one shot is all i need, ive got rhythm when i bleed, til death do us part, break my hart so i can start, supercalifragilistic, kiss me in the futuristic, twisted but i must insist, its time to get on top of this.
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@auriela | 27 August 04 | |
When it rains in my soul. My rage is hard 2 control. Not even the pure fresh water tickles my whim 4 it is bitter 2 me...
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@auriela | 27 August 04 | |
My tears r sweet liquid that satisfy my heart ever since I lost him. -written by unknown aka me.
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@chkybabe | 30 August 04 | |
Tryin 2 fite the need,i titely clutch the blade,i only wish all ths pain would fade.I start 2 cry as i slice my arm,im lost in confusion,hurt n self harm.N no1 undastands me,n i dnt knw how 2 explain..So im left 2 battle ths alone, jus tryin 2 numb the pain. *by me*
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@vorador | 30 August 04 | |
The torn rendered shreds of my soul, hanging on a fretless pole, given none by the fool of dreams, lays me to bay by silver streams. A line of powder in my nose, my pseudo-psycho-trendiness grows!
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