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i feel like im going to freak spill out every mean spirted word in my heatr scream out every dark thought and do anything i can everything im ..

sitting on my hard wood floor i picked up that book for the third time reread the same lines set it down and cried. i cant keep my mind on anythi..

She sat there in the shivering cold of the soft city lights Staring into the pool Her face hot with anger Her body cold with pain Her brain stoped..

she stares in the mirror her brown hair gliitering curls and wavy tangles dark eyes aged with life hidden by massscara and vibrant lids clear tear..

its nights like this when i look in the mirror regreting past decisions and i realize i wish it was always like this i cant keep my self in line i..

one day ill write the story of my life youll understand how i have lived im trying to make each moment count and all though its been damn hard at l..

about writing singing & dancing

this is all over the place but wutever.

so i take a walk outside taking in the scene the trees and cars watching as theyre wizzing past i sing to my self out of tune but sounding sweet ..

shes sitting there staring watching him from the couch he sitting there talking explaining himself away theyre two totally opposite people shes g..