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July 18th, 2007 @ 12:00am |
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I'm writing again without even trying.
That should be a big enough hint that somethings wrong.
I never could think of titles though..
Content in constraints
She finally unclenched her teeth
Deliberate lies that
This is for the best.
Rhyme to reason
Reasons from the past
She started breathing
Found him at last
Lies dried with the tear
And night fell with fear
He was perfect enough
Enough to know she wasn’t
The tarnish, a smear
On his good record
The lies stopped
And the music faded
A hope lost
A life gone
Hope rendered
Her lipless
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Beautiful Mistake
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April 29th, 2007 @ 12:00am |
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me: You have a girlfriend.
him: I have a girlfriend.
me: okay..so what do you think of me then?
him: I think nothing of you.. and the fact that you're in a sorority makes me think even less of you. Oh, and you might want to cut back on drinking. Its bad for your liver.
........who doesn't love honesty.
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Beautiful Mistake
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April 4th, 2007 @ 12:00am |
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Do you ever find yourself reaching for something?
You don't know exactly what is it.. but you know you need it, and that's all you need to know.
Laying there in bed, you can feel the void, like your heart has traveled to your stomach.
For some, it would be nice to feel anything in your stomach. I'm a model now and the tagline is essentially - get use to being hungry. They might as well ad that to the conract..it would be more fun to break it that way.
My newest train of thought, or I dare say newest obession that I have to figure out for myself - is what makes people care. stay...leave. What motivations exist..that is out of their control. What do I do...that makes one stay and another leave? Can we affect their choice to care? Make the difference between love and lust? Hah and this is me thinking on uppers..imagine me on a bad day.
Enough rambling for now..i'm sure I'll edit this later.. |
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Beautiful Mistake
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the days have passed when there weren't enough days before them to say remember when,
but you still say i can't wait until and you're still dreaming. i guess some things never die and the ones that do make us cry..
and that one little sparkle in your eye is what keeps me going on.
