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2004 26 December :: 7.31 pm
maybe... one day...
maybe, one day... everything will work itself out in the end.
maybe, one day... i will be beautiful.
maybe, one day... you will understand what i want.
and maybe, one day... i will be happy.
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2004 24 December :: 7.04 pm
[{white//perfect//pure//perfectly pure//}]
she watched the being. she couldnt call it a human. it was too beautiful, to perfect to be human. the being looked at the rosebush. the branches brown with winter. a touch of its finger grew a rose. palest pink yet contrasting against the white snow. the being plucked the flower and looked at it in great concentration. then fit its mouth around the flowers petals and swollowed it. she could see sharp, little teeth cut the petals making it bleed. she cried at the site. something so beautiful swollowing something equally beautiful contrasting against the white of the snow. it was so white. so perfect. so perfectly pure. i want to be perfect she screamed even though nothing came out.
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2004 22 December :: 11.17 pm
:: Mood: missing you
:: Music: cold//crossfade
she listens to the song over and over again... trying to find reason for him leaving her. its her only key... her one hope... the bright light that she holds on to so afraid to let go... again the words echo in her ears... i never ment to be so cold...
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2004 19 December :: 9.03 pm
it snowing here. yeah. i like snow. i love looking out after it snowed at night and seeing everything perfectly white. i wish i could be perfect. i try so hard to be pretty and nice... but its so hard.
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