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;desiree's diction
Christian

mm.
cut.cut.scream

talkbox

shh..

breathe

cause if you didnt, you'd die

Hey Brittany! - Forever the Sickest Kids

my days, not yours.

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Friday, May 15, 2009



you know what, im sick of blogging,
its fucked up, typing, about shit, who cares?
im angry.
you know what, i love blogging,
its kinda cool, typing, about shit, who needs to care?
im happy.


skinny jeans, streaked black hair,
there she goes, like nobody cares,
 bites her lip, smiles, as the lyrics flows-
 through her mind, intervines,
 happiness, alone.


BAM! 8:21 AM