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I Heart Youcandy hearts did you get some? implications of love be mine i heart you puppy love glances quick and bashful is it just that? puppy love? boxes of chocolate sweet and tempting melting on my fingers in my mouth my box is one of the 250 million made this week this card given out same card distributed to so many girls what does that mean? can generic love be genuine? sugary e-mails i love youI Heart You
reading my e-mail eating my chocolate nonchalantly isn't that what this is all about? a deep,
by ~ProfoundDesolation
Always WatchingA part of everything Yet detached from it all Seeing everyone else participate With hollow, blank eyes Wondering why my involvement Seems so distant, so different Maybe I don't care Maybe it's not what I want I eloquently announce my arrival I realize what a good actor I am Pretending, hiding behind my charade They fall for it I don't like it here Not with all these people I retreat to quiet corner Enjoying my own company As I watchAlways Watching
by ~ProfoundDesolation
Junk JUNKJunk
“One girl, alone and confused” I sighed and ripped up my pathetic attempt at poetry. I’ve always written down my thoughts and feelings. After journals and journals full of my writing, I dec
by ~ProfoundDesolation
One GirlOne such as me. So little, so fragile. Alone in this big world. Unsure of the future, Confused about everything, Making it through, Help or not. Wandering, stumbling, tripping, I find my way. I know what I want, I know what I value, I know what I believe in, I won't betray that. I take things one day at a time, I've fallen many times, But I always get right back up. Despite the adversity, I wouldn't give up my life For anything. I never know what will happen next, But I'm ready for it.One Girl
by ~ProfoundDesolation
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.Touch.Creeping. Thousands of little spiders crawling over my skin..Touch.
Tingling. The wretched sensation spreads from where you touched me.
Prickling. In a way, it hurts, this unknown feeling. Itching. I want to rip your hand away and scratch at my skin until your inflicted irritation goes away.
Burning. My insides are screaming in frustration; I can still feel your hand on me, even though it is long gone.
by ~CynicalSoul
DespairingYou've told me no tales, and I've told you no lies And yet I am the one that still sits here, and cries Marking the time as the future is stumbling I despair once again at my life now crumblingDespairing
Sorrow runs deep and my tears will stain far I beg for an answer to the who that we are Shifting and aimless, with no hope I can keep I bang against this wall, unbreakable and steep
The scars from the tears, my face they do mar Cracks in my sanity mark a door standing ajar Broken and bent, through these shadows I'll creep The words that you spoke made
by ~Jomina
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- Current Residence: alone with my thoughts...
- Interests: drawing, reading, singing, acting, music, writing, i love to philosophize
- Favourite movie: too many
- Favourite band or musician: still, way too many!!
- Favourite genre of music: heavy metal, punk, grunge, alternative
- Favourite artist: my mom
- Favourite poet or writer: simple-serendipity, insomnia-mae, oblivious-devotion, my sister, and my sister's buddhist friend
- Favourite photographer: i dont think i have a fave, i just like photography
- Operating System: my wonderful computer....i guess
- Favourite game: i like playing board games with my sisters...any will do
- Favourite gaming platform: nintendo 64...i know, it's old fashioned but i love N64!
- Favourite cartoon character: Dora the Explorer
- Personal Quote: You come into this world as an original...don't die a copy.
- Tools of the Trade: a pencil and a piece of paper
- Email: megs_34@hotmail.com
- MSN: megs_34@hotmail.com
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Its only being thier that counts who cares bout the other stuff....
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Yes, i think we have met before
in that instant it started to pour.
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Call me a girl. Call me a basketcase. Call me disturbed. Call me an overreactor. Call me whatever you want. Just don't call me crazy. Don't call me fake. I'm the most sane, real person I know.
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Call me a girl. Call me a basketcase. Call me disturbed. Call me an overreactor. Call me whatever you want. Just don't call me crazy. Don't call me fake. I'm the most sane, real person I know.
Comments appreciated. Thanks.
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