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[4everinaday]

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

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[t_w_i_n_k_i_e_z]

hey molly.
add me!
haley

[sexy_n3rd]

MOLLY its jordan g...aka, GARRENNAY!...um, greeny. anyways, that may just be one of deepest poems ever. after "see spot run" and the self-made "joy of a coma". what makes it so compelling is it's exhilarating use of comparisons and the word "torment" i recommend turning it in to jenkins. wow, middle school reference. i still look back and wonder how me, my (used to be) 4'11 muscle-less body managed to not get beat up. must be the big pectorals. LATER.

greenie, add me

[let_thesunshine]

i think i fixed the pictures i missing two though
let me know if you can se them

[ava_adore__]

HEY MOLLY (we miss you) add us :0

[furgison_]

ur the un-trendy girl from the castellaws house on new years. this is coreys girlfriend. add me.

[momas_boy]

HAHA amy you are hilarious

[furgison_]

haha. i try.
i.m. me. OohW0W