

Broken PromisesHe promised he'd never make me cry again. (i guess i should be used to broken promises though.)Broken Promises
mean things we're exchanged. and i feel stupid for every saturday before i went to see him. "dear diary, i used to run around and get all nice for him when i went to his house, i'm a loser." him making fun of me. shit happened. he warned me, but i didn't stop. and our pointless, stupid feud, ended with him grabbing my hair roughly and throwing me on the bed. i guess i should have stopped.
and i cried in the bathroom. (yes, tomorrow we'll make up.)


Hidden DiseaseThe damage is unseen, The infection - internal. Nothing to be amputated or removed, Invisible overtaking all control. Painkillers have taken their toll, Though she fights death still, The drugs make her senile. She let us take home some photographs,Hidden Disease
Of family and such. Theres one of her when she was a dancer. She was so beautiful and graceful, And you can hardly recognize her. Except her eyes. Her eyes still have that same sparkle, As they always did.


Painful WordingI feel like I have been screaming for hours. I can barely talk. I still insist on talking to people, Choking on words, Painfully so. I cant even swallow. (Please spare me the innuendo.)Painful Wording


DreamsDo you ever have a dream that is so surreal, you get it confused with what really happened? Not so sure it was a dream anymore...Dreams
I had the strangest dream ever, A few nights ago.
I dreamt that you still care, Like you did, Not so long ago, When you loved me. But I am not so sure of that, Not anymore.
I dreamt that you could smile, While having me, In your prescense. Have I changed so much that you cant even look at me? I did nothing but love you.
Now i dreamt that your games end. Because I leave, Get tired o
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Light travels faster than sound, which is why a person can appear bright, until they open their mouth.
hating me won't make you pretty.
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change is good, you go first.
Light travels faster than sound, which is why a person can appear bright, until they open their mouth.
hating me won't make you pretty.
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Life beats down and crushes the soul and art reminds you that you have one. - Stella Adler
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I want to be remembered as the girl who always smiles even when her heart is broken, and the one that could always brighten up your day, even if she couldn't brighten her own.
Even the most beautiful of all roses crumble to dust...
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I want to be remembered as the girl who always smiles even when her heart is broken, and the one that could always brighten up your day, even if she couldn't brighten her own.
Even the most beautiful of all roses crumble to dust...
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Life beats down and crushes the soul and art reminds you that you have one. - Stella Adler
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Life beats down and crushes the soul and art reminds you that you have one. - Stella Adler
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I want to be remembered as the girl who always smiles even when her heart is broken, and the one that could always brighten up your day, even if she couldn't brighten her own.
Even the most beautiful of all roses crumble to dust...
i like your style.
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How many corners do I have to turn?
How many times do I have to learn
All the love I have is in my mind?
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Of all the horrid, hideous notes of woe, sadder than owl-songs or the midnight blast, is the portentous phrase, 'I told you so.'
--Lord Bryon, "Don Juan"
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