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i am actually the new cancer...
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May 24, 2008, 03:23:pm
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... its true,
~i'm a accident on legs...
~no=one ever wants to talk to me now,
i'll just rest in my gilded cage until this whole thing called life passes over yeah?
self destructive tendancies!!!!!!!!!!
gahhh
i hate being like this..... ...lonely
listening to the sound of silence
at least annabelle is talking to me, she knows me better than any of you onlookers at the computer screen...
~*~xXx~*~ immi ~*~xXx~*~
i'm sorry about what happened, if i knew it was going to turn out the way it did i would'nt have come round your house... and to ruin your birthday... i fuxed it up indefinately diddnt it...
~*~xXx~*~ henry ~*~xXx~*~
i dont quite know what to say...
i guess that you know that the whole thing didnt mean anything did it??
The gilded cage is a metaphor for my prison a shell if you think of it that way... that i make just for me...
if i ever feel like i like anyone remotely i put myself there in my mind... i know i'm strange but it works most of the time... don't you have a place to go when you feel bad??
maybe not.
i have nothing more to say here...
too much has been said already...
now i sound like caitlin.
bye,
xXx ~*~xXx~*~ xXx
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flirts thing first
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May 21, 2008, 01:59:pm
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What is this song....
coz it sounds like my life lolz
xxx
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What if I let you go
out in the world all on your own?
would you ever be able to forgive me?
we both know that you'll never forget me.
My hands burning your skin
crying out no so I'll do it again
my lust my slave
you're the best gift death ever gave to me
I am everything that you will ever need.
There is not getting away from me
My reluctant love
I know waht you're thinking of
in a lucid state you sleep
pray to me your soul to keep
now I will say goodnight
and make sure your restraints are tight
as you're off to dream
of perversion and blasphemy
Let's gretend I let you leave
this pornographic prison of make believe
no threats to make you behave
no bars left on your cage
Would you really run away from me
after all the things I forced you to see?
or would you stayhere by my side
and be my distraction
from what they call real life?
I hold hell here in my hands tonight
There is no reason to fight me
Mood: bored
Music: tarantula ~ pendulum
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