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3/10/10
Moving Out.
So Fuck You.
I'm really sick of dealing with you. Sick, Sick, Sick, of cleaning up after you. I want to be on my own. To live alittle. To grow up. And not have you making it worse.
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And This,
ISMY journey.
One wobbled, stumbled, and tumbled.
ISMY view.
From under the weight of monsters, from under the glow of stars.
ISMY Story.
In which a blip of time happens to wander a soul.
IS my discovery of self.
A slight wave,
And a polite nod.
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Happy As Can Be,
Home Away From Home.
That'll Do Pig.
One More Time.
Past, Never Forgotten.
R.I.P L.H.
Tears Tears ..
ToMeYourEverything
Hey you..?
"Dont Dont Dont, Ask Me."
Then Hurt Me, .
White, Sh-Sh-Suger White.
Looking, And Seeing Nothing.
Well, Good for you.
I am serious about being thin and I will not fail.
Oh, You Make Me Smile,
Moving Out.
Two weeks?
No Frills.
You Think Its A Game,
Hello White, Bliss, Joy.
P-P-Pinch Me-
As Clumsy As You've Been.,
you have my heart,
This Is,
Maybe This Will Work.
This To Shall Pass.
Oh, By-The-Way.
Clicky Clicky
Not For Your Eyes. part one.
Chit Chat?
G-G-Get Over It?
Dont Ask Me.,
Words Never Sent.,
My Jellow Meth..
Daddy Dearest
Plans are made,
Kill. Me. Now.
Trix
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