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I hate it when shows diedew-dropped rose bloody red cheery redI hate it when shows die
on the table from the show lead role over now, the sets, striked, the costumes, away is storage.
sing-song, musical I can't sing to save my life so I mouth the words because all it is is a show a show, after which I got a
dew-dropped rose bloody red cheery red
on the table from the show.


silver fightScraped my hands with sandpaper and I found that they're not wood they feel and bleed, raw like mysilver fight
knees as a child, from the ground I fell upon.
The wind kicked out of me, shaken on the ground
and I hurt but at least I feel sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick this is my fight, I will win it or I will lose it but my blood will be shed, I will not care enough adrenaline will replace it, pounding in my ears and head sucker punch in my gut and I fall and there i


Single-chance changeAn eraser is not needed for this change to be completed. To censorship you should not bow, to change is to grasp past and now.Single-chance change
Take your past and build your future, lay the bricks and stitch the sutures. Take a risk and sit on the bough, to change is to grasp past and now.
Don't leave your raisin in the sun to shrivel and bake, overdone. A raisin can't take seed and grow, to change is to grasp past and now.


Keratin from my brainA collection of strands ofKeratin from my brain
my brown twist tight,
hang onto my hairbrush like my curling thoughts pulled from their roots.
Thin strands, shining fine golden strands, slippery in Rumpelstiltskin's hands under the harsh bathroom light, slick and hard to hold.
I wonder how they came from my head, these brown hairs, these twisting, curling, slim ideas. But they are mine, to keep or to throw.
So I yank them from my brush like they were pulled from my head, and I throw them away, because they were removed from my head fo


Identity CrisisQuestions, questions, Failed romance, Tip the scales And take a chance.Identity Crisis
riddle me this.
Friend says Ive changed -for the better- feels bad she wasnt there for me when you needed us I tell her its okay
Because I understand
really did need to get out of it myself
Em thinks I like to party Dont know where she got that idea Thinks Im her type Im really not (and Im too nasty in my head) (wouldnt work out between us) (Im really, re
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If you believe in Jesus Christ as your savior, copy and paste this into your signature.
From an IM about credibility with Lee-Wren: "Don't trust the Mayo Clinic's opinion on hippopotomi." -- Me
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If you believe in Jesus Christ as your savior, copy and paste this into your signature.
From an IM about credibility with Lee-Wren: "Don't trust the Mayo Clinic's opinion on hippopotomi." -- Me
THEY ARE TEH AWESOME.
I love them!
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Let's dance.
Bee-Tee-Dubs, how do you get the spaces in your poetry? Like, the major-big indents. No computer will let me do that.
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If you believe in Jesus Christ as your savior, copy and paste this into your signature.
From an IM about credibility with Lee-Wren: "Don't trust the Mayo Clinic's opinion on hippopotomi." -- Me
Hmmm? I just use the tab button a disgusting amount.
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Let's dance.
Really? I used space but it wouldn't post like it.
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If you believe in Jesus Christ as your savior, copy and paste this into your signature.
From an IM about credibility with Lee-Wren: "Don't trust the Mayo Clinic's opinion on hippopotomi." -- Me
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