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I want to be your photograph,
Perfect and pointless,
Hidden meaning behind it?
There could be >> There could be..
You senseless fuck.

My period is blinking on the computer screen,
Bite my tongue >> 3rd Degree Scream,
Walk me down the road just so you can hear me cry,
I blame this >> You blame that,
Opinion never "mattered" in your life.

Liars....I hate them (Who wouldn't),
Unless they use it to play games (with their liar friends)...huh...maybe......YOU WERE IT!
Lying hypocritical piece of shit,
(Come here boy, come here and get under my skin)
The sad thing is...I still love you,
(Is that sick?)
Maybe I should go fix myself,
(Fix myself-fix myself-another Xanax)
So addicted....haha I contradict myself....but what is contradiction?
What are YOU?
What are WE?
(Why must I question everything?)
God, I just want a boyfriend (or girlfriend) that understands,
*Jumps up and down on my self-worth and crushes it*
I want intelligent conversations,
I want passionate kisses!
I want something meaningful (Who doesn't?)
Well...maybe there is exceptions,
God, I am so pathetic,
I want to lay in the dark and talk, kiss, make love,
Is this normal?
Tell me because "normal" people claim that I'm wrong on this one,
Maybe I should be a creature that lives under railroads,
Laying on gravel,
Snorting coke,
Eats little childrens (yes the "s" is in there for a reason),
Reason = I don't know...sounds cool,
I could wear old-fashioned black suits and talk to hotel managers about their latest new prostitutes,
Hmm...giberish, giberish, giberish,
Too much stuff going on in this head,
This is what happens when you don't have many friends (go ahead, laugh),
No "socializing time" damages ones young body,
"Trebek, sir, I'll take that one for 500"
The TV show of life,
It's real, I tell you... REAL!
I am an actress on the TV show of life,
Wait! OH NO! Stage fright! *Runs away*
Can't deal with it,
*Trips and falls down the stairs*
Disconnection from reality....sorry,
I can't keep up with myself...
But who does??
All well, enough drama for the day....



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On Monday October 3rd, 2005, MyScarsStillBleed (26) writes:
You are so beautiful HRH I can't wait to see you friday : )


On Monday October 3rd, 2005, redtearswhitesnow (89) writes:
when i read this is picture you standing at the edge of a canyon and screaming every word at the top of your lungs,alot of angst here.Well written.


On Saturday October 1st, 2005, Last1inLine (18) writes:
Very raw and scattered. Torn at the seams and leaking out the bullet holes. These things make this beautiful. Good write.


On Saturday October 1st, 2005, TwilightMelodies (1064) writes:
*Collapses beneath the weight of your words* Your title only understates your words...this was anxiety mixing with a misunderstood concept of sanity. Only the sane could pull something like this off. Wonderful. *Evangel*


On Saturday October 1st, 2005, the dried flower (82) writes:
your writing is quite interesting.(i don't know what you was meaning in this poem but i know that it ment something to me)people look at things in different points of view......good poem my friend


On Saturday October 1st, 2005, MelvinOliverDrauma (552) writes:
fucking beautiful....a smoothly written stream of confussed thoughts that make more sense then you can imagine



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