"Sew this up with threads of reason and regret"
I wish so much that I could say the situation with the beatiful, sky-eyed boy pulled through, but I can't lie to the internet. He's not ready for me yet. I hope when he is ready I'm still ready for him... Who the fuck am I kidding? I'd accept his invite with arms wide. I just wish I could be the girl of his dreams, and I know I'm not.
Too plain, to sarcastic, too wholesome (as far as he's concerned), too sober, too eager, too nice. Why does he crave people that want to use and abuse him? What the good goddamn is it about guys that they go for chicks who don't have a clue? Why, when a real person is standing right in front of them, do they look past and see the crazy, drunk stripper on the other side? The crazy, drunk stripper who's never more than a conquest... Makes a good case of why women turn to women.
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I've been feeling it lately.
Out of place.
Like animals in a zoo,
But nobody's watchin'.
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If you're into music, check me out at: [link]
Listen to some of my songs, and let me know what you think
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Confucius say: He who play in root, eventually kill tree.
The linuX Files The Source is Out There.
Hiroshima '45, Cherynobyl '86, Windows '95
[V][I][S][T][A]
~ My anti-Windows.
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Confucius say: He who play in root, eventually kill tree.
The linuX Files The Source is Out There.
Hiroshima '45, Cherynobyl '86, Windows '95
[V][I][S][T][A]
~ My anti-Windows.
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No one holds command over me.
No man. No God. No Prince.
What is a claim of power for ones who defy death?
Call your damnable hunt.
We shall see whom I drag screaming to hell with me.
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Confucius say: He who play in root, eventually kill tree.
The linuX Files The Source is Out There.
Hiroshima '45, Cherynobyl '86, Windows '95
[V][I][S][T][A]
~ My anti-Windows.
Thankies for the watch
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