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PoisonGirl15's Journal
My Wicked Game
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funny pics
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January 18, 2008, 07:32:pm
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i had the stupid idea to put funny shit here. so please comment. or else    
Mood: funny
Music: jackass theme
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Bleeding for you by Alexandra Todorovic
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January 13, 2008, 03:08:pm
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Bleeding for you
Bleeding for you
I wish I can forget you
and never feel deep pain
I wish I can bury our memories
And never dreaming you
I try to hold back my tears
Trying so hard to erase you from my black heart
But I can’t, I am to weak on you!
I just lay here and bleeding for you
And waiting to death knock on my door, to take me away
Why are you in my dreams?
Why can’t you just let me to die into your arms
to feel my heart heat
but you just leaving me all alone with loneliness
bleeding is the only way I can forget you
bleeding is the only way I can kill my pain
walking through the endless dark path
yearning to taste my fears
and as I was walking through my endless path
I just open my arms and letting death taking me into his arms
And leaving all behind
And yet again, you are to blind to see how much I love you
You are even to blind to feel I have touched your black heart
I am bleeding for you
I am bleeding for your love
I wish you can drown in my love
And to feel my broken heart into little peace
I wish you can burn into flames
To feel real pain in your heart and grace
Why can’t I let you go of my heart?
And never feel sorrow again!
Laying here alone in dark
Watching Moon and stars dancing outside of my window
Shading this last tears for you
And bleeding for you, so deep
So deep to feel sorrow for you
Mood: being romantic
Music: The 69 Eyes-Lazarus Heart
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ROMANCE BY EDGAR ALLAN POE
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December 31, 2007, 08:06:pm
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Romance, who loves to nod and sing,
With drowsy head and folded wing,
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake,
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been- a most familiar bird-
Taught me my alphabet to say-
To lisp my very earliest word
While in the wild wood I did lie,
A child- with a most knowing eye.
Of late, eternal Condor years
So shake the very Heaven on high
With tumult as they thunder by,
I have no time for idle cares
Through gazing on the unquiet sky.
And when an hour with calmer wings
Its down upon my spirit flings-
That little time with lyre and rhyme
To while away- forbidden things!
My heart would feel to be a crime
Unless it trembled with the strings.
Mood: MELO AND HYPER
Music: JUICEBOX
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mmmm bored
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December 29, 2007, 10:41:pm
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i am soo not bored to death .............NOT i wish i could go to see sweedy todd..mm stupic friends dont call they're lazyy..
Mood: wondering
Music: HIM-you are the one
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