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sell me out i'm yesterday's old news.
phrases left on paper,
black ink bleeding through the pages
where we made our history.
call me foolish, i feel helpless.
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..nothing else will come from you, i'll try and make it through..
i'm out and on the parkway
patient and waiting for headlights
dressed in a fashion that's fitting to the
inconsistencies of my moods
I can't possibly understand why God would ruin me so quickly. I want this all to end, this horribleness is unbearable. If he brings me to it, He'll bring me through it, but by God I need answers. -
..i'm waiting for blood to flow to my fingers..
i can't feel anger, i can't get enough to get me through it this time.
there's no coping out.
i don't talk about it--at all--no, not this time.
i just come home to this.
how am i suppose to be something great when every bump devastates me?
i don't have what it takes. i just wish i did.
i know, i'm much more than worthless ( Read more... ) -
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I'm no longer supporting any Democrat. A nominee that keeps the title of Democrat, a party that does not acknowledge the votes of millions, is no party I support ( Read more... ) -
..what am i going to do without you..
When a woman has a heart attack they tend to be violent and either kill her or result in permanent injury, while men tend to have them more often but are usually less severe ( Read more... ) -
2008 isn't so Great.
I have to begin mourning ( Read more... ) -
..instead of beating me, you should be giving me hope...
sometimes, goodbye is the only way
So I always said I'd stand firm for what I believe in, and I suppose this is where the losses for doing so begin. I just never thought I'd be hated and disliked for it. I hope one day I can find people that like it instead of think of me as annoyance because of it. -
...free faling, now where do i begin..
but he's 32 and invincible
the cancer he had, it was visceral
he never saw it coming
thought he had his whole life
sick in the morning...
and he died in the nightWe're all so on the line, we're all wasted ( Read more... ) -
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Many of the great achievements of the world were accomplished by tired and discouraged men who kept on working.
to think i almost gave up, on everything. one day everything i put out, will come back in one way or another.