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*The More I See, The Less I Like*
I see nothing in your eyes, and the more I see the less I like. Is it over yet, in my head? I know nothing of your kind, and I won't reveal your evil mind. Is it over yet? I can't win. So sacrifice yourself, and let me have what's left. I know that I can find the fire in your eyes. I'm going all the way, get away, please. You take the breath right out of me. You left a hole where my heart should be. You got to fight just to make it through, 'cause I will be the death of you. This will be all over soon. Pour salt into the open wound. Is it over yet? Let me in. So sacrifice yourself, and let me have what's left. I know that I can find the fire in your eyes. I'm going all the way, get away, please. You take the breath right out of me. You left a hole where my heart should be. You got to fight just to make it through, 'cause I will be the death of you. I'm waiting, I'm praying, realize, start hating.You take the breath right out of me.You left a hole where my heart should be. You got to fight just to make it through, 'cause I will be the death of you.
Don't read if you get easily offended
Tuesday. 3.18.08 1:48 pm
Your mexican and you look like this, you may get offended but i see it all the time at work and i think its so friggin funny

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yeah i know
Monday. 3.10.08 12:45 pm
i should keep up with this more but yeah, anyway just foud out that my moms dad is alive we had a suspision that he was cause we couldn't find him, also found out that my father is in jail, don't really care, probably his own fault, want to write my step mom but he never gave me her email so i can't, don't remeber there addr so yeah, anyway thats about it

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YAY
Thursday. 2.14.08 8:59 pm
new piccys of willow up, try this link

if that doesn't work try looking in gallery

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Morning Poem
Sunday. 2.10.08 12:08 am
Didn't write this but found it hilarious

Morning Poem

I woke early one morning,
The earth lay cool and still
When suddenly a tiny bird
Perched on my window will,
He sang a song so lovely
So carefree and so gay,
That slowly all my troubles
Began to slip away.
He sang of far off places
Of Laughter and of fun,
It seemed his very trilling,
brought up the morning sun.
I stirred beneath the covers
Crept slowly out of bed,
Then gently shut the window
And crushed his fucking head
I'm not a morning person.

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