Friday, February 17, 2006
Spite
don't you dare tell me who i am. what you see is what you want. beside the darkness, beside of you. open your eyes, fool. look into the sun. take me for who i am not, not for who i am. endless debate and countless memories. you always remember what makes you look good, not what is good. debate me about the truth. but they know. all of them. trust me, it'll be the last thing you do.
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2 comments:
i think you'd better not argue. the girl means it!
what da hell ... hmmm where you all at... like you all decide to not come back on... dang it... ima throw krispy creme on ya walls... hmmm krispy creme wallpaper... thast may taste good like willy wonka... type shyt.... be back gonna test and taste my theory out... hehe yum
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