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[13 Mar 2004|06:02pm] |
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the happiest day of my life.
i swear the happiest day of my life.
will be the day that i die.
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| give up all of my friends.. but who needs them. but who needs them. when you mean everything? |
[04 Mar 2004|09:34pm] |
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thorugh it all there can be so much hurt and pain. Never fading scars will be reveled, and the purpose of this life will be locked away when we simply ask why. Foutains of kisses could be wasted, but love will simply come to reassure you that without hurt, wihtout pain and without justice their would hbe no happiness. Only sorrow and loneliness to soak ourselves in. Unexpected sympathy when we speak these words, "i dont want you back." crying more to speak the words for you. Please dont leave me here tonight like that. Dont make me one of those histarical people who waste away simply waiting for such a clever rare love, so undying that it couldnt be scorned away. without the rhyme, there is no rhythem. my *fragility is hated with deep passion and regret. Unlike you i can't stay so strong, but with this music blasting in thte background, and my ink running out, i am running out. Tired and so wasted. So good bye, your so untouched by any. Far too beyond yourself. good bye.. my black ink will slowly turn to red.. over and over and over again.
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