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Friday, 17 August 2007

<HTML><BODY BGCOLOR="#ffffff"><FONT COLOR="#3f3f3f" FACE="Arial" LANG="0" SIZE=1>i`m a <B>slut</B> because i`ll wear shorts and a tank top. i`m <B>anorexic</B> because i eat as much as i want <BR>&amp; dont gain weight. i'm a <B>bitch</B> because i don`t let you push me around. i'm a <B>liar</B> because i won't <BR>tell you everything. im stupid because sometimes im wrong. i'm ugly because my face isnt perfect. <BR>i'm a whore because i like boys. i'm annoying because i'm not chill enough. i'm a loser because i'm<BR>not friends with your group. i use people because i do what's best for me. i'm fake because most <BR>of the time i`m <I></FONT><FONT COLOR="#3f3f3f" FACE="Georgia" SIZE=1>happy.</I></FONT><FONT COLOR="#3f3f3f" FACE="Arial" SIZE=1>  i'm weird because i'm not like you.  <B>i'm controlling because i get mad. <BR></B>sometimes. i'm <B>clingy</B> because i like to be around people.  i'm greedy because i like to be satisfied. <BR>i'm <B>naive</B> because i'm younger than you. i'm <I></FONT><FONT COLOR="#3f3f3f" BACK="#ffffff" FACE="Georgia" SIZE=1>conceited</I></FONT><FONT COLOR="#3f3f3f" FACE="Arial" SIZE=1> because i'm proud of who i am.  i'm <B>rude</B> <BR>because  my  <I></FONT><FONT COLOR="#3f3f3f" BACK="#ffffff" FACE="Georgia" SIZE=1>manners </I></FONT><FONT COLOR="#3f3f3f" FACE="Arial" SIZE=1> aren`t  <I></FONT><FONT COLOR="#3f3f3f" FACE="Georgia" SIZE=1>perfect.</I></FONT><FONT COLOR="#3f3f3f" FACE="Arial" SIZE=1>     <B>i'm unnapreciative because i don`t praise you. <BR>  </FONT><FONT COLOR="#f237a0" BACK="#ffffff" FACE="Script" SIZE=6>D</FONT><FONT COLOR="#ec39a2" BACK="#ffffff" FACE="Script" SIZE=6>o</FONT><FONT COLOR="#e63ca5" BACK="#ffffff" FACE="Script" SIZE=6>n</FONT><FONT COLOR="#e13ea7" BACK="#ffffff" FACE="Script" SIZE=6>'</FONT><FONT COLOR="#db41a9" FACE="Script" SIZE=6>t </FONT><FONT COLOR="#d543ac" BACK="#ffffff" FACE="Script" SIZE=6>t</FONT><FONT COLOR="#cd47b0" BACK="#ffffff" FACE="Script" SIZE=6>e</FONT><FONT COLOR="#c749b2" BACK="#ffffff" FACE="Script" SIZE=6>l</FONT><FONT COLOR="#c24cb4" BACK="#ffffff" FACE="Script" SIZE=6>l </FONT><FONT COLOR="#bc4eb7" BACK="#ffffff" FACE="Script" SIZE=6>m</FONT><FONT COLOR="#b651b9" FACE="Script" SIZE=6>e </FONT><FONT COLOR="#b153bc" BACK="#ffffff" FACE="Script" SIZE=6>w</FONT><FONT COLOR="#ab55be" BACK="#ffffff" FACE="Script" SIZE=6>h</FONT><FONT COLOR="#a558c1" BACK="#ffffff" FACE="Script" SIZE=6>o </FONT><FONT COLOR="#a05ac3" FACE="Script" SIZE=6>I </FONT><FONT COLOR="#9a5dc5" BACK="#ffffff" FACE="Script" SIZE=6>a</FONT><FONT COLOR="#975ec7" FACE="Script" SIZE=6>m </FONT><FONT COLOR="#945fc8" FACE="Script" SIZE=6>b</FONT><FONT COLOR="#8f62ca" FACE="Script" SIZE=6>e</FONT><FONT COLOR="#8964cd" FACE="Script" SIZE=6>c</FONT><FONT COLOR="#8367cf" FACE="Script" SIZE=6>a</FONT><FONT COLOR="#7e69d2" FACE="Script" SIZE=6>u</FONT><FONT COLOR="#786cd4" FACE="Script" SIZE=6>s</FONT><FONT COLOR="#726ed6" FACE="Script" SIZE=6>e </FONT><FONT COLOR="#6d70d9" FACE="Script" SIZE=6>I </FONT><FONT COLOR="#6773db" FACE="Script" SIZE=6>a</FONT><FONT COLOR="#6175de" FACE="Script" SIZE=6>l</FONT><FONT COLOR="#5c78e0" FACE="Script" SIZE=6>r</FONT><FONT COLOR="#567ae3" FACE="Script" SIZE=6>e</FONT><FONT COLOR="#507de5" FACE="Script" SIZE=6>a</FONT><FONT COLOR="#4b7fe7" FACE="Script" SIZE=6>d</FONT><FONT COLOR="#4582ea" FACE="Script" SIZE=6>y </FONT><FONT COLOR="#3f84ec" FACE="Script" SIZE=6>k</FONT><FONT COLOR="#3a87ef" FACE="Script" SIZE=6>n</FONT><FONT COLOR="#3489f1" FACE="Script" SIZE=6>o</FONT><FONT COLOR="#2f8bf4" FACE="Script" SIZE=6>w</FONT><FONT COLOR="#2d8fed" FACE="Script" SIZE=6>w</FONT><FONT COLOR="#2c92e6" FACE="Script" SIZE=6>.</B></FONT></BODY></HTML>

Posted by nytwilight97 at 3:11 PM EDT
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Monday, 2 July 2007
Work In Progress
Mood:  not sure

The Day that I don't want you

Is a day i can not find

Your the one i cling to

This attraction got me blind

Even though it didn't work out

Doesn't mean that i can't speak 

 

Because you redesigned what i thought was right

and you made me strike a bigger fight

It was all the thing's i thought you do

Thinking you stick to me like crazy glue

 

 

 


Posted by nytwilight97 at 8:32 PM EDT
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Work In Progress
Mood:  lyrical

Thunder Storm Dooze

Thored From a rose

A beautiul Pain

A Scream in the rain

A slap in the back

A frequent heartattack

 Just anything but this

She finally thought she was over it

Discoveing way's to move on

But when he Opened the door

She just couldn't take anymore

She was missing his face

His soft warm embrace yeah

 

 


Posted by nytwilight97 at 8:22 PM EDT
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