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We need a record of our failures. We must document out love.
I have sat too long in my silence. I have grown too old in my pain.
To shed this skin, be born again, it starts with an ending.

We have a problem with no solution, but to love and to be loved.

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read my profile sign my guestbook Interests: ..Back to the thoughts that keep you awake long after night has come to claim any light that still remains in the corner of the frame that you put around her face. Two pills just weren't enough. The alarm clock is going off but you are not waking up. This isn't happening. It is. Message: message me Member Since: 4/2/2005

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let the poets cry themselves to sleep
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Damn, don't the streets look empty though?
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no, i wouldn't leave you for a sadder song <3
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I need you so much closer.
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I eat too much to die and not enough to stay alive
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<3Honey, My bullets Brought Me Your Love<3
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you are never comming home, could i? should i?
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dead men talk to pretty nurses.
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Wednesday, November 02, 2005

	I'm leaving, but I don't know where to.
	9:51 PM - 15 views - 2 eprops - 1 comment - email it

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

	I'll just stop. There's no point anymore.
	6:43 AM - 7 views - 4 eprops - 2 comments - email it

Monday, October 24, 2005

	Forget about it, who am i kidding. No one would ever like me.
	3:39 PM - 15 views - 2 eprops - 1 comment - email it

Friday, October 21, 2005

	Oh God, I can't breathe. Today is going to be so hard for me... R.I.P. Elliott ♥ 1969-2003
	7:05 AM - 5 views - add eprops - add comments - email it

Thursday, October 20, 2005

	I hate them, every last one of them. Their nothing. You're worth more than the whole damn lot of them.
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