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Her pain falls in slow steps into her pale palms
filling in the banks of her very own creases
her pain flows sorrowfully, almost a beautiful sight
caused by overwhelming feelings of fustration and anger
her pain grows rapidly
running at warp speed
letting out a mournful siren, distrubing the silenced aches of those around her
her pain reaches an edge, cascading over those deceased
fertilizing thier place of peace with her pity
her pain
her pain lies with him six feet under







-okay so maybe this poem kinda sucks lmao

Hi,

Okay so im new to this blogging thing. My friend Jenelia tells me its "Fun" so im here, fun blogging.

where should I start. Well first off lemme tell u that i have nothing really interesting going on in my life, currently. just the same 'ole everyday bull.

For an instance, you think you know somebody and when you least expect it they change on you, just like that. its funny how u would go out of ur way for someone and they sit there and feed u the same bull shit only u really meant it. i have a few friends and im not doubting their friendship or nothing its just that all my life i always had that one person to screw me over. i dont tell anyone my business and if i do its minor. if u can get something major out of me than u deserve an award. i dont like expressing how i feel for the simple fact that its hard for me to fully open up and that i never feel that whats on my mind would really matter to someone.

Wow. this is kinda weird, i would never picture my self blogging.

Its kinda cool ^____^

This isnt the last of me =D