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Mar 17, 2005 17:13

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After A.M. Rooney

I ink my body with names and numbers, carving black lines into my skin. I remember everything in bold lettering, sometimes fading. The scratches get deeper when my pen gets closer to emptiness. White lies begin like this: today I woke up. The ink was gone. And I was beautiful

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hissy March 17 2005, 22:24:15 UTC
SLIT YOUR WRISTS.

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KILL YOURSELF vorpalblade March 17 2005, 22:30:31 UTC
GO READ SYLVIA PLATH, GOTHFACE!

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hera1488 March 17 2005, 22:43:39 UTC
DEVRA!!!!! RESCUE ME NOW!!!!

I am so damn bored...

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vorpalblade March 17 2005, 23:34:46 UTC
Poor Dana...

*huggle*

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sullen_sinuous March 17 2005, 23:24:50 UTC
you wrote that? that' so pretty... one day i will get around to doing my odd photoshoot with angsty poetry written all over my cute friends... but i'd have to liquor them up a bit first...

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vorpalblade March 17 2005, 23:35:12 UTC
In the meantime...send me pictures that you already have.

I need my prettyboy dosage.

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sullen_sinuous March 18 2005, 04:17:39 UTC
hah hah, soon!

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dshmorkey March 18 2005, 02:29:53 UTC
Reminds me.....someday. inky inky inky ooo. i make up little songs, yet i never sing.....

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vorpalblade March 22 2005, 02:41:15 UTC
Sing sing sing!

Shmorkey should sing.

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