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My soul wilts; like a wilted flower.
My eyes tear; like a dripping faucet.
My heart is broken; and it will never heal. (until next week, when i get a new life partner)
I take the knife in my hand.
I press it against the soft flesh that my wrists posess.
I still recall the taste of your tears.
I died my hair black to match my tormented soul.
I weep for you ( Read more... )
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or do you just enjoy teasing others
you poor, poor, shameful excuse for a human
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but i would like to start off by informing you that by calling me ignorant, and hinting that you, yourself are not; is setting you deeper into the cave. (if you don't understand what i'm saying, it's that you're making a fool of yourself)
also, had you any idea what you are talking about you would not refer to them as "emo people." that my friend, is being ignorant.
i did not deprive them of their stature and their emotions. i just mocked them. these fourteen year old drama queens who post poems about their lives being over because they were dumped, doesn't appeal to me as being realistic and therefor causing me to well, make fun of them. so talk what you please of future spring and sun warmed sweet tomorrow; for in the end, i know that i still find amusement in these pitiful poems.
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some say their kids keep them going, but what says youll have kids anyways?
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hey hey hey... watch who you're being mean to... you don't wanna end up with only one friend! hahaha
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haha... feel better cus your sick and we need to hang. ♥
i miss you.
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