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| 04:32pm 21/04/2003 |
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mood:  cynical music: you complete me-stabbing westward, darkest days.
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is it fate when you get hit? is it fate to fall to the ground? does everything have to happen the way its scripted..do we have control over our own actions..or must we be puppets on a string. i dont know and i dont care anymore.heart broken once shame on you, twice, shame on me, three times..no more heart. im giving up on all of this romantic bullshit..i cant win no matter the situation anymore..and most people know thta i dont give up...but for the time being i have to concentrate on wednesday..i need anger i need rage..i need me i need what i once was back...and i thank everyone who has contributed to it in the past week...wish me luck as i kick the shit outta this world and teach it to not fuck with a psycho with nothing to lose.*tosses medication out the window and grabs microphone* |
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