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Friends of Spiffyclocks
| ATTENTION:i am moving once more | September 24th, 2005 @ 12:00am |
| by emoisnotx3dead | |
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Feeling: accomplished
my new diary is: ilovex3sonny i am relocated |
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| 215 hit(s) | (2 comments) | i;l♥v;sonny |
| January 29th, 2006 @ 12:00am | |
| by sweetrevenge | |
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| 233 hit(s) | (0 comments) | I'm not your star |
| take up residence | July 26th, 2006 @ 12:00am |
| by ilovex3sonny | |
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ily imy -cassiexox |
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| 296 hit(s) | (1 comments) | rapemywords |
| crash and burn | July 31st, 2008 @ 12:00am |
| by morethanwords | |
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that's pretty much all i've got. fuck. my. life. my birthday is in a week. I'm pretty much eating a 10 strip to my face...it's about the only thing i have to look forward to. how pathetic is that? all my friends pretty much scattered within about a months time.have basically nothing these days. hopefully i come out of it happy...and not a grapefruit...but either way, it's whatever man. i just don't waht to feel this anymore. i'm pretty much on the verge of peacing outta this place. i just can't even be bothered to care anymore. I'm tired of always being chased by the past. I'm tired of sleeping with ghosts. I'm tired of all the skeletons inhabiting my closet. I'm tired of ALWAYS turning away and having you ALWAYS be there, no matter which way i go. I can't hide from it...i need out. ...but how does one escape, when a prisoner of their own mind? |
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| 162 hit(s) | (1 comments) | break my heart |
| Are you satisfied.... | July 28th, 2006 @ 12:00am |
| by raineydays | |
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i just needed a place to put it for now :] 'Once on a yellow peice of paper with green lines he wrote a poem And he called it "Chops" because that was the name of his dog And thats what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A and a gold star And his mother hung it on the kitchen door and read it to his aunts That was the year Father Tracy took all the kids to the zoo And he let them sing on the bus And his little sister was born with tiny toenails and no hair And his mother and father kissed a lot And the girl around the corner sent him a Valentine signed with a row of X's and he had to ask his father what the X's meant And his father always tucked him in bed at night And was always there to do it Once on a peice of white paper with blue lines he wrote a poem And he called it "Autumn" because that was the name of the season And thats what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A and asked him to write more clearly And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because of its new paint And the kids told him that Father Tracy smoked cigars And left butts on the pews And sometimes they would burn holes That was the year his sister got glasses with thick lenses and black frames And the girl around the corner laughed when he asked her to go see Santa Claus And the kids told him why his mother and father kissed a lot And his father never tucked him in bed at night And his father got mad when he cried for him to do it. Once on a paper torn from his notebook he wrote a poem And he called it "Innocence: A Question" becuase that was the question about his girl And thats what it was all about And his professor gave him an A and a strange steady look And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because he never showed her That was the year Father Tracy died And he forgot how the end of the Apostle's Creed went And he caught his sister making out in the back porch And his mother and father never kissed or even talked And the girl around the corner wore too much makeup That made him cough when he kissed her but he kissed her anyway because that was the thing to do And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed and his father snoring soundly Thats why on the back of a brown paper bag he tried another poem And he called it "Absolutely Nothing" Because thats what it was really all about And he gave himself an A and a slash on each damned wrist And he hung it on the bathroom door because this time he didnt think he could reach the kitchen.' |
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| 390 hit(s) | (5 comments) | Rawr. |
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