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I'd like to write a poem or prose so nice
The ones that ooze with good advice
The types full of wisdom and truth
The ones that can calm and soothe

Or maybe a verse full of wit
That'll make readers go "That's neat!"
But all I can come up with is this lousy thing
About the things I keep wishing

I should come to terms with it
I really can't write for shit
DAMMIT!

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v Wednesday, May 05, 2004 v

Hello, your angsty emo girl is back.

Hmmm, I'm quite confused and dunnoe what to think about PK. I swear, she's a real capable chair person, but I don't know what she's got against me. Maybe I'm not a good enuff PR exco member. But maybe it's more than that lah.
Maybe she's really a discriminating person, who prefers to be with the guys and the cool, purdee girls ya know. Pls lah, look at her Friendster account, how come she didn't add me. Stupid POK, and she added THIIDIF.
*jealous bitch in me emerges*
Like seriously, I dun get her. Like an insecure retard, let me bash her. haha, her Friendster main pic looks damn retarded.
From Autumn To Ashes rock. Who's that girl in the songs?

Their songs are very interesting, as in the arrangements.

Take Her To The Music Store

Emotionless grey skies bleed somber dreams of sorrow
Blackened unseen heart tears a virgins godlike innocence from its pristine palace
Paint sarcastic smiles upon new wounds
Tears of misery stain scar filled minds
Hatred new like tomorrow flows from bitter memories
Purity now embraced by sinful ideals why
Lifeless tomb rests weary with prowling peering eyes
Silence falls upon deaf ears covered by night
Alone in thought, shaking
Biting tongues of lead at unfit moments
Screaming disbelief with no faith in site

(and her disgust has no borders, no limits to strive for, she bends and breaks to the rules set by the weak)

She's finally seen she's a beautiful girl with a smile so grand she could stop the world
Stolen her skin he sews her mouth shut, means nothing to him, her screams just die out
As she cries out here voice dies out
As she cries out her voice dies out
Love once inside her heart, lay in my hands
Was it asked for?
Was it implied?
What could have been done?
Inside her mind dies.

~wYLdeFiLLy~ 10:26 pm [+]
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