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![]() Name: Kimmi Age: 16 School: Ohhhh! That's what it's called! Birthday: February 24th, 1990 Status: No one's wife -Maybe promises are better left unsaid- Archives May 2005 June 2005 July 2005 August 2005 September 2005 October 2005 November 2005 March 2006 April 2006 May 2006 June 2006 July 2006 August 2006 September 2006 October 2006 December 2006 January 2007 February 2007 March 2007 May 2007 My Lovers CC Hunter Kevin *cymbal noise* He's Very Pretty Too! The Friend I Finally Met El Diana Brian Freddie Behind the Camera ...Humming... Once there was a way to get back homeward,
If you want me,
Well I could hold you too tight,
I can still recall our last summer,
We took the chance, like we were dancing our last dance. Living is easy with eyes closed,
You were all I never wanted anyhow,
You may say that I'm a dreamer,
You're asking me will my love grow,
I've seen that road before,
When evening shadows and the stars appear,
Bright are the stars that shine,
You looked my way and said,
There were bells on a hill,
The sun is up,
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Saturday, December 09, 2006 I feel like writing, but not my history paper...so let's try typing out some of my good english writings... *** Why I Didn't Write About La Caban~a I was going to write about my work, But my boss is a really big jerk, He made me stay until 7:30, And one of the waiters is very flirty, I try to get high off the taco smell, I'm so bored...and probably going to hell, The cooks make fun of me because I'm white, But I am, so I guess it's all right. Wow, I totally ruined the point of this poem, *Sigh* It doesn't matter, I just want to go home. -On Fustration- The walls of this room are closing in again. I hate it. I feel suffocated. Hated Unappreciated. Insignificance is my name. They get smaller by the second. I'm in a shrinking birdcage. Rumors start. Gossip spreads. Tempers flare. More and more dirty laundry gets tossed onto the pile. If only they knew. I'm told that I'm special. Wanted. Needed. Cared for. That's funny. Why is it, then, that my reputation sinks with each passing day? Why is it that, if I am in a crowded room, no matter if I am the first one looked at upon entering or the lonely one in the corner I am not seen? Am I not seen? Am I that insignificant? I don't know. On Betrayal I hate that feeling. The one at the pit of your stomach that lets you know when you're doing something wrong. It scratched and clawed at my stomach wall, longing to be freed to ruin my immoral plan. It wanted to scream to the world of my blackened name, of my dirty secret. The line between right and wrong, good and bad, black and white have all been blurred. It all seems gray. In my dismal fate I stand alone. There it is again, that damned nagging feeling. The sensation grows as I dial your number. It screeches and shouts as I feed you lie after lie. It watches with me as the innocent angel leaves my soul and is inevitably replaced with some malicious, evil-hearted devil, who refuses to listen to even the most basic of moral sense. The clock ticks, my stomach churns, and the lies cease. You believe it all. The clouds blacken upon my presence outside. Nothing sympathizes with my state. I don't expect it. I don't want it. I don't need it. He turns around and waits for me to catch up. I walk ever so slowly, the daunting task of a few paces and a million secrets to conceal weighing heavily on my mind. He grabs my outstretched hand, and in a sudden realization of what I've done an invisible dagger pierces my heart, while my once untainted soul laughs at its foolish girl's mistake. *** That's all I have for now. Give me a call and I'll give you updates about my life. |
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