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blah blah [May. 26th, 2005|04:39 pm]
beauty is poetry


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[music |iron maiden]

i guess i should do an entry soo here it goes it's not really a poem or anything just thoughts yep...

Is there really a purpose to anything what will I become never knowing if my accomplishments will just be shot down tomorrow by fretting over the chance of living or not. We will never know if tomorrow I could be hit by a car or be shot down In a vicious act of attention. Who knows the only crime some people pay are not being at the right place at the right time. The reflection of your actions are accounted by what your dreams or conscious may say. There is something that will tell u what is going to happen what is going to alter your days of childhood. What affects will that leave u as a person. Am I really that different from everyone else?
Someone guide my way through the thickness of this life’s wires that connect me to my life. Make a path trough my dreams makes me understand why or what I have done to help how will I help.
I will help I will everyday fight for someone else’s life I will. I will carry u through the fire that thickens around u that try’s to swarm your whole life in a corner and try’s to take something that doesn’t belong to anyone else but u. I guess this me I am a little confusing for u to understand me and who I am what I have gone through. I am complicated. I am fine with that. I know who I am but what is the point of me to know who I am and not anyone else so that doesn’t matter. I want to be something so bad I can practically taste it I need it sitting alone in this house thinking that I could have died but I didn’t

[User Picture]From: satanicchick
2005-05-28 11:24 pm (UTC)


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