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    ' Thursday, November 13, 2008 '3:52 AMY

    *` Forever The Sickest Kids



    FUCK. I. CAN`T. SLEEP.

    WHERE THE HELL IS EVERYONE??

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    ' Tuesday, November 11, 2008 '1:33 AMY

    *` You`re Kidding Right?



    Feels like you're miles from here,
    in other towns with lesser names.
    Where the unholy ghost doesn`t tell
    Mary or William exactly what they want to hear.
    You remember the house on Ridge Road
    told you and the Devil to both just leave me alone.
    If this is salvation, I can show you the trembling.
    You`ll just have to trust me. I'm scared.

    I am the patron saint of lost causes.
    Aren`t we all to you just near lost causes?
    Aren`t we all to you just lost

    Tommy, you left behind
    something that will mean everything right before you die.
    What if you gained the whole world?
    You`ve already lost four little souls from your life.
    Widows and orphans aren`t hard to find.
    They're home missing daddy who`s saving the abandoned tonight.
    Wish your drinking would hurry and kill you.
    Sympathy`s better than having to tell you the truth.

    That you are the patron saint of lost causes.
    All you are to them is now a lost cause.
    All you are to them is now, causes.

    Billy, don`t you understand?
    Timothy stood as long as he could and now
    you made his faith disappear.
    More like a magician and less like a man of the cloth.
    We`re not questioning God.
    Just those he chose to carry on His cross.
    We`re no better, you'll see.
    Just all of us, the lost causes.

    Aren`t we all to you just lost causes?
    Are we all to you lost?
    Lost causes
    So all we are to you,
    Is all we are, is all we are
    All we are is all we are

    Patron Saint, are we all lost like you?

    Take what you will, what you will
    And leave. Could you kill, could you kill me
    If the world was on fire
    and nothing was left but hope or desire
    And take all that I could bring forth, is this hell
    Or am I on the floor over-desperate?
    Hold hands streaming of blood again?
    And then take full weight of me
    Guard my dreams, figure this out,
    It`s me on my own. Helpless, hurting, hell
    Will you stay strong as you promised?
    Cause I`m stranded and bare.
    Meanness is washed up in all that I am
    is God. Take this and all,
    Then grace takes me to a place
    Of the father you never had
    Ripping and breaking and tearing apart
    This is not heaven
    This is my hell.

    Just kill me now. Pls.

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    ' Wednesday, November 05, 2008 '2:57 AMY

    *` Yes We Can



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    1st black president.
    Yes we can!
    Americans have decided to change. When will it be our turn?

    Celebrate people.

    XOXO

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    ' Tuesday, November 04, 2008 '12:47 AMY

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    It`s over.

    So, now what?

    Gosh, i seriously should go out more. This is not right way to live your life.

    XOXO

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    ' Sunday, October 12, 2008 '1:22 AMY

    *` Sugar, We're Goin' Down



    I don`t get you. You think i`m a bitch? I`ll show you. You think i`m fucking around? Alright i`ll fuck around. Why do you doubt everything? What`s the point if you don`t even trust me in the first place.

    This is why i don`t like coming home. See what i`m coming home to.

    Pointless.

    I have nothing to prove to you. I know what i did and if you don`t believe. Fine by me.

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    ' Tuesday, September 23, 2008 '3:43 AMY

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    I learned something new today. I realized that i`m not so good in whatever i think i`m good at. I feel like a complete idiot for feeling this way. I hate being overly confident and have that shit slapping me right in the face. I had a hard time accepting it so i told myself life`s too short, but it didn`t make me feel better. My mind cannot stop thinking about this, wondering the reason why this happened. I could not think of a good enough reason i did so badly? It`s really difficult for me, and the worse thing was i could not accept the reason she gave me. I thought she made no sense whatsoever, and i cannot change my style of writing just to suit her.

    I`ll get over this, like i always do. But i`ll never be able to write or say anything without thinking twice about my fucking language. Shit.

    Oh gosh, this is like '06 all over. Fuck.

    Three words. Eight letters. Say it.. and I`m yours.

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    ' Monday, September 22, 2008 '12:45 AMY

    *` Every Night Is Another Story


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    Did you ever wonder what it would be like if you weren't you anymore? If you were suddenly gone? How would your world react? Whatever you imagined is wrong. There's nothing romantic about death. I wonder if i, one day left this place, would it make a difference? Would people remember me? If they do, what am i remembered for?

    So many questions. But there`s never an answer.

    Would have carried you, to anywhere you pleased,
    Even if my limbs were broken, and my body was diseased.
    I can`t seem to operate from this far away.
    There`s a million little voices telling me
    I should have stayed.

    THE SPILL CANVAS - Low Fidelity

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