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[18 Feb 2004|03:26pm] |
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Prayers are easier forgotten than old friends.
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[19 Jan 2004|06:31pm] |
I just cant stand this journal name anymore and all of the entries I've made in it. I'm not deleting it, but never updating in it again. Same goes for _faux_pas, so take those off your friends list. The only one I am going to use is:
mondays_
I'll add all of you to it none of that add me if you want to and ill add back crap.
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| a bright breathing funeral |
[17 Jan 2004|06:53pm] |
What do you do when all you can do is wake up and die?
I know where you'll be in September No reason to visit No need to remember
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| carnuba |
[07 Jan 2004|03:24pm] |
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today was nice and nothing more and nothing less. my walk the wind the leaves the boy my book my cd collection my new necklace my shoes my hair my poems and the new 2005 mustangs are nice too. and usually i have something needed to be said, but i am perfectly content today. something also very nice that i want when i'm in paris:
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| I'm just waiting for 7:30 |
[31 Dec 2003|12:33pm] |
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mario twins |
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I usually make resolutions that are completly far-fetched and ones that I will never attempt to achieve. This year I'm actually to make one, unlike other years. Don't have any regrets. Along with that comes don't do anything I know I'll regret. It may be very vague but it's not the usual like "lose wieght, study harder...blah blah" This will be the first new years I will ever enjoy. Last year I truly regretted 7 things, and those things I am constantly reminded of and it killllls and leaves me emptier then ever. So no more of that. No staying home and crying like most of the other years.
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| aequitas |
[29 Dec 2003|09:53pm] |
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suicide |
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There's only two ways out of here, through my window or through my door.
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| and thats how the world began |
[25 Dec 2003|10:47am] |
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santa was good |
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And she folded up her fears like paper airplanes And lost them in the trees
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| dreaming in dog years |
[15 Dec 2003|09:01pm] |
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unintentional |
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what you do, and what i do |
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A day of firsts since she's last been in presence.
A day of many since I've missed his lips.
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| you>trust |
[09 Dec 2003|03:59pm] |
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Nothing is ours to keep. Not even promises.
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