

The Only Way To SpeakAll I really wanted Was to see her blood flow. Tiny little veins Beneath the flimsy glow.The Only Way To Speak
I laid her down gently, Once I'd hear the loud "crack". I had to be sure that She was not coming back.
She'll never know hatred, She'll never know fear. I cut it all short In just her seventh year.
I can die happy, Knowing I saved her soul. She can have my spot, Call it quality control.
I know this isn't right, But is it that far off? I truly wouldn't know, I ask, you scoff.
I saw this all start,  


Desperate to FitThis tragedy is self inflicted, Encompasing my soul. Somehow I thought a razor blade, Would fill the gaping hole. He said he liked them bloodied up, I had to play the role. Though now he's but a memory, A piece of me he stole.Desperate to Fit
Falling Apart

Suicide RideI don't care where you take me,Suicide Ride
Just as long as it's not backwards,
'Cause I've been there once before.
These long red lines,
Form a subtle pattern,
It makes me feel like such a whore.
Without my Mind Control pills,
I'm on a Suicide Ride,
Surprisingly it's not much fun.
I tear open my flesh,
With a sharp peice of steel,
And watch the crimson tears run.
Sometimes I feel,
Like I need to decide,
Before it's left up to a jury.
It's going to be either me or you,
So if you plan to help,
Please hur
and Diana Gabaldon is an awsome author.
Cheers,
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>Where the Streets have no Name that is in the City Of Blinding Lights - Rohan Warrior<
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I feel wicked.
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I feel wicked.
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Member of Club Ex-po-zure
I have waited long for this day - The fear
Don't worry...we will meet again someday -The Sorrow
Be yourself.....an original is worth more than a copy
''its imperfect art that is often the most interesting and expre
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Adventures in Cupcaking
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