she's my angel ( Read more... )

so im eight, and i have these toys, these dolls. my favorite is this sick,
old man boy doll who i call grandpa. and i keep yelling at him
"you cant be sick! be healthy."
its weird, like if i can heal him,
i would magicly heal too.



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in the land of Splenda everyone would be happy. there would be no such thing as depression or diseases. you would find your true love without being distracted with anyone else. society would be fair. there wouldn't be divorce or break ups. even boys would cry. you wouldnt have to grow up if you didn't want to. summer would last forever. skirts ( Read more... )

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the fun times first thing in the morning are ending. we are the daughters and secretaries he never had. the papers will be crumpled and unorganized, the doors will closed on faces, the secrets will stop comming and our parents will once again know the same amount that he does.
t-dawg. hallway girls. <3



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every new beginning comes from some other begining's end. <3



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i wish i had belived, really belived, in Santa ( Read more... )

hello kido
kido hello
look at me
what do you see?
what do you see?
i see a girl, a girl like a pearl.

i feet so poetic and compleatly artsy, but i can't write it. my words aren't forming anything special or profound or faulty. just words, explaining my mood, my day, my stage, my life. nothing that anyone would read and instantly be impresssed with.