September 2009
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forever young
fall, water, change, friday, far, sex, write, kiss, music, chapstick, tea, ponytail, blind, detach, ring, hug, hold, cuddle, tear, worry, candy, mascara, red, rose, sorry, forget, deep, miss, move on, regret, keep going, dont look back.
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people
People.
here is to you.
-notifications/praises/requests/”perfect grammar=im cool”
here is to you.
-missing details 1, 2, 3, 4, and 20574939387293.
here is to you
-you dont say/do/think/play that.
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dressed to kill hearts
im a bitch because i dont adapt to your liking
im a bitch because i will push you in the hallway if you dont move…now
im a bitch because i dont answer texts right away
im a bitch because i will scream at you but inside im sarcastic
im a bitch because i intend to hurt people
im a bitch because i am no reliable
im a bitch because i look like a snob
im a bitch because i lead people on...
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oatmeal
so many sick emotions
all done through and fired
im done with the careless actions
leave my plastic heart tired
stop manipulating
make my heart aching
stay changing
sleep curling
make it right
make this count
never fight
and goodnight.
xoxo
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lights
i feel like a little girl under my baby blue fuzzy blanket cuddling with my ten year old teddy bear that is still in great shape and has wiped away all my tears these years. im always going to have the little child in me no matter where my life is taking me.
my eyes have seen a lot and my feet have walked in many places that it just amazes me how many times i can be out. it seems as if everyone...
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cheddar
what do you like about me?
is there anything you truly like about me?
just at least one thing…that actually matters?
“my legs are shaking.”
what do i think about myself.
saying that aloud without the question mark.
i think im a pest.
i think im too quiet.
i think i get annoying when i feel determined. (DETERMINED! *vickie :D)
right now i feel like im not good enough for...
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my pictures fade and my memories stayed.
im sitting in my room blasting the new songs from boys like girls.
ive realized that evertime i tell a story, i make it sound like a lie.
everything i talk about when im anxious just makes me more of a loser.
im actually always sitting in my room or on my roof just listening to music or something, not talking. i like being alone sometimes. its just me… i barley hang out with girls....
