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Monday, August 30, 2004

tuesday's child;
the girl with the broken smile.
she hid behind different masquerades,
shattered by endless facades-
they gave her life;
let her live;
picked her up and threw her in;
battered, torn-
in a silent undertone; she was caught in an undertow.

buy me a tiara and some stars;
5:53:00 PM

Wednesday, August 25, 2004

my new found love: watches; old school rock.

i nearly died--
cyberweek's a killer. individual work might be better.
i rather be back in school;
no research intensive work - something i hate, alot.
prolly gonna work through the night, get everything over and done with.

i wanna get cds! cds, cds!
two, to be exact. jet and maroon five respectively.
my blog needs a new set of clothes and i need a new read;
a good one.

buy me a tiara and some stars;
10:28:00 AM

Monday, August 16, 2004

cause you smelt of corrosion and death.
and now, i see a different person,
oddly projected.
i tried to rectify, tried to salvage.
surrended;
i know where i stand today, im walking tall.


buy me a tiara and some stars;
5:48:00 PM

Wednesday, August 11, 2004

nobody knows it but me; life's a little tragedy.))`

buy me a tiara and some stars;
5:48:00 PM

Monday, August 09, 2004

you're so ironic, so contridicting. tell me, what exactly do you want?

when i say, i dont miss, im lying.



buy me a tiara and some stars;
5:50:00 PM

Saturday, August 07, 2004

-when she's safe inside her room, she tends to dream of a place where nothing's harder than it seems. in a world where innocence is quickly claimed, it's hard to stand your ground and no one reaches out a hand for you to hold.

im living in a deja vu,
i finally understand.

"..many have made a trade of delusions and false miracles, deceiving the stupid multitude."- leonardo da vinci


buy me a tiara and some stars;
5:13:00 PM

Monday, August 02, 2004

art, art, art. it's art the whole week. some fucked up piece of work im supposed to complete. my life's so.. dey? came clean with some issues today. it's great now that it's off but.. maybe it's just me. i dont know. i dont really care now. im tired and sick of it. your attitude's so fucked up. it's not me, it's you. we're always quick to point fingers, never really stopped to think if it's them or is it you. if this is what you wanted, you've got it.
very sad that things are the way they are. guess you dont really care.
im still pondering,
to school or not.
anyway~ wont be back early tomorrow. staying back to do art. fuck, i hate art dammit. i dont like the fucked up teacher. period.

im afraid to open up, please dont blame me.
you've always been the one. it's me, i cant handle another heartbreak.

buy me a tiara and some stars;
4:26:00 PM

angel
from
my
nightmare
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