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Name: Courtney
Birthday: 8/31/1988
Gender: Female
Interests: Art & Music help keep me sane. [mcr/paramore/patrick wolf]
Expertise: ART
Occupation: College Student
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Member Since:
5/3/2004
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| "..and the boy cried, not for the pig, but for the loss of innocence..."
i have a lot of personality flaws, horrible traits. all unbeknown to me.
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| its my party and i`ll cry if i want to...
good to know that everything you ever said to me was a lie. i dont want anything to do with you ever again. i can't wait for you to jump on that jet plane. | | |
| im feeling a bit self destructive and theres a bad taste in my mouth. i wish these sparks were going off between us like they used to, instead of these fireworks that are blasting me apart. the cure, is the cause.
im cold, but not from the chill of the air. ive decided i dont know how to live. or if i even like it much. these eyes shed no tears. theres too many chemicals in me for that. losing hope for the future, there is no promise here. tears of pain and tears of joy are the same these days. neither matter much. i wish i were comfortably numb. i dont want to see you go...
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| this tirade of broken dreams, cracked heels and dry salty eye sockets. the ticking of the clock matches the drumming of my own heart as i lay and wait for whatever is to come. i hear the world around me and shiver with anticipation..of what im no longer sure. the days feel like hours and i just want to wish myself.....
my eyes and heart are continually searching for something but end up with a complete opposites of love. the local, the feel and the heartbreak. i breathe in deep the scent of pine and run.
you got me like a loaded gun.
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| you were done before we began.
its so late, but im still up waiting for your call.
this hopeless mind was wrong to think it was right.
i hear knocks on the window but its just the ghost of you now. you're never there when its needed most. finding you is like a needle.
kick me up, tear me open. these broken hands are letting go.
loving you is like pulling teeth.
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