

you make me stronger.i cant even count how many times ive asked myself, what do i live for? i dont really now anymore. i basically live for, my true friends, my fake friends who teach me not to trust anyone but myself, and my best friends. i dont care anymore if you're a fake friend or a true friend, because no matter what, you make me stronger.you make me stronger.


.You Escaped my heart.You escaped my grasp when I thought I had you. You slipped through my fingertips and I regret letting you leave. You left and began to play with the mind of my best friend. You took over her and now you are with her. I wish it was not so but it is. So now all I need to know is, why me? Why must you torture me?.You Escaped my heart.


.Love Me.Did you ever love me? I cant ask you this face to face but I yearn to know the answer. I would hope the answer is yes, but I cant lie to myself. Youre with my best friend and not with me. I keep denying it, but I cant now. I have to move on. I have to forget my love for you..Love Me.


poemssI thought you were my friend. I am your friend, you always say. However, do friends do what you have done to me? I loved him .and you took him. I moved on and you took that one too. Friends, who needs them? You need me, you always say. How could I need someone who would hurt me so badly? Why do we need friends? Why do we need to live?poemss
i saved one of your pics on my computer. I haven't been able to get pic for my thingy to work cause all of the ones i have are too big...so the one i saved is the just the right size i think...i was wondering if it was ok if i used it as my...avatar??? i thinks thats what it is...but anyways hope you say yes!!!!
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Atra esterni ono Thelduin
Mor'ranr life unin hjarta onr
Un du evrinya ono Varda
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Oh, thou salty libertine,
Shed not thine tears of pale marine,
Upon my rusted moon-machine.
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These violent delights have violent ends and in their triumph die, like fire and powder, which, as they kiss, consume.
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HACKED BY LOKI
Lalalala, hello B~!
HI LOKI!!! - Wild Bill
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Oh, thou salty libertine,
Shed not thine tears of pale marine,
Upon my rusted moon-machine.
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Oh, thou salty libertine,
Shed not thine tears of pale marine,
Upon my rusted moon-machine.
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One's real life is often the life that one does not lead.
-Oscar Wilde
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Oh, thou salty libertine,
Shed not thine tears of pale marine,
Upon my rusted moon-machine.
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Oh, thou salty libertine,
Shed not thine tears of pale marine,
Upon my rusted moon-machine.
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