

I'm a survivor but I have diedI’m a cutter I use the blain broken light bulb Strung on the floor That my mom broke one day a few months ago The first slice StungI'm a survivor but I have died
I’m a beginner &nbs


Summer's StormEveryone reaches that stage, you know, the one where they think they’re better than their best friend. I know now, after the fact, I was immature and regret ever being a snob or thinking I was better. Stress ran wild among everyone and uneasy attitudes of fireworks flared at any moment in early July. My best friend and I begun suffering some problems and I wanted her all to myself, but down the road with the neighbor girl, she would stray. Anger burned a hole, rage pierced my eyes, but most of all a broken heart cut at the center where I thought I could last. I remember peddling my bike by myself down the rocky way to MarinSummer's Storm
take care...
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--Who are you to judge me when you asked not to be judged your self. I am who I am and thats all that I can be. If you're not happy with that then make space so are paths will pass as little as possible.
at your infos...you said that you are 17 but i think that your "mind" age is more than that...(with no offence...)
anyway...i love the way you express your self...
and i will be watching you from now on...
i hope you dont mind...if you want you can do the same...
nice to meet you...
take care...
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this is the girl who cried a river and drowned the whole world..serial experiments..
check-out my gallery--[link]
whenever i ask people how old i look i normally get... well, yeah i guess i do normally get 18. it's just shocking because im sure in real life i don't look that old.
Lovely poetry, I liked the one "Our Love, Goodbye" especially.
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I'm overrated, but love me anyways.
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You're cute, can I touch you?
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