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Apr. 29th, 2005 @ 10:26 pm “THE HUMANITY TWIRLS” - [i can't even start to explain this]
You can’t leave me.
I have no idea what you’re talking about.
I walk by it every day.
It was in my face.
People in their darkest hour.
Portabella mushroom tarts.
Suicide hotline.
“Hello hi, hi.”
Step out of the little box.
I need someone to listen.
Don’t be afraid to open up.
And that’s the story.
I’ll know were to start.
I’m just not pretty enough.
I can change.
Or smart enough.
I have my pride.
Reach in and rip out your heart.
And do a clog dance on it.
I like you.
I’m in hell.
White wine de shone.
Are you insane?
Hello boys.
Bebop beluga burger.
I had an incredible night at the suicide hotline.
What world is this?
I’m not quite grasping the problem hear.
Maybe we’ll bump into each other again.
The world spins doesn’t it?
Their must be something I can do.
Run screaming into the night.
You never had a chance to talk.
The dumping is coming.
They scare yeah and make yeah sick.
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evil pretty 2
Oct. 23rd, 2004 @ 07:12 pm (no subject)
ok this community is for survivors of any trama,whether personal or not. For example people who survived
~A major death
~anorexia nervosa/bulimia
~rape/molestaion/physical or mental abuse
~self mutilation
~War in Iraq or any war
or really anything eles...
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