The fine art of making it out alive...

Jan 27, 2004 21:24

Walking these back streets, the sound of dangling keys, i'm alone and this surrounds me, but somehow i feel more complete. Without you but still walking straight, you were my poison, the digger of my grave. pretending that you changed, but your story's still the same. Hold the sharp side of the blade. My hopes are you might cut yourself, in ( Read more... )

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anonymous January 28 2004, 15:39:23 UTC
hey there, i love the writing its coming along great, keep it up, the lines you write have so much meaning and passion, it seems your very into what you write and you feel strongly about it.well i was jsut dropping in to say that and hey, i'll ttyl, later<3
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anonymous January 28 2004, 16:41:39 UTC
hey, your writing is amazing but i'm getting the feeling that you're not totally over this girl that your writing about. If your feelings were gone, and I mean totally gone, she still wouldn't be your inspirition. Still amazing stuff tho, keep it up ;)

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anonymous January 28 2004, 17:25:01 UTC
you .. are .. sooo .. gorgeous

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anonymous January 28 2004, 17:33:47 UTC
you .. are.. sooo.. weird

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anonymous January 28 2004, 17:55:18 UTC
you... are.. soo.. retarded

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anonymous January 28 2004, 17:35:13 UTC
hey cutie, i feel bad i kind of agree that you might still like this girl, or maybe your jsut finding it hard to get over her, ive had a lot of those, dont worry someone will come for you, i'll see you soon, later...<3

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