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Feb 05, 2004 17:29

The air is stuffy and I feel as I am on one side of a glass while everyone else is on the outside looking in. The polished wooden floors, pristine furniture and sanitated everything is more of a prison cell to me than a home sweet home. Beneath the exterior, I am decaying in a guise of perfection. My guise of false mascara eyes and thick red rouge ( Read more... )

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dirrtysuthrngrl February 5 2004, 23:31:59 UTC
i love how different people write with their own styles. it amazes me...man, i'm weird...

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Re: tangymint February 6 2004, 23:10:36 UTC
hey..... do you think the story was good?

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Re: dirrtysuthrngrl February 6 2004, 23:13:20 UTC
yup!

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