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i WATCHED THE WALLS AROUND ME CRUMBLE, BUT iT'S NOT LiKE i WONT BUiLD THEM UP AGAiN. SO HERE'S YOUR LAST CHANCE FOR REDEMPTiON, SO TAKE iT WHiLE iT LASTS BECAUSE iT WiLL END. AND MY TEARS ARE TURNiNG iNTO TiME i'VE WASTED TRYiNG TO FiND A REASON FOR GOODBYE. i WONT BE THE ONE TO CHASE YOU, BUT AT THE SAME TiME YOU'RE THE HEART THAT i CALL HOME. i'M ALWAYS STUCK WiTH THESE EMOTiONS AND THE MORE i TRY TO FEEL, THE LESS i'M WHOLE. MY TEARS ARE TURNiNG iNTO TiME i'VE WASTED TRYiNG TO FiND A REASON FOR GOODBYE. i CAN'T LiVE WiTHOUT YOU, CAN'T BREATHE WiTHOUT YOU, i DREAM ABOUT YOU. HONESTLY TELL ME THAT iT'S OVER BECAUSE iF THE WORLD iS SPiNNiNG AND i'M STiLL LiViNG, iT WONT BE RiGHT iF WE'RE NOT iN iT TOGETHER. TELL ME THAT iT'S OVER AND i'LL BE THE FiRST TO GO. DON'T LET ME BE THE LAST TO KNOW. TELL ME THAT iT'S OVER. HONESTLY, TELL ME THAT iT'S OVER. TELL ME THAT iT'S OVER NO MOMENT WiLL BE MORE TRUE THAN THE MOMENT i LOOK AT YOU. AND THAT iS ALL i'M PRAYiNG, THAT SOMEDAY YOU WILL UNDERSTAND. AND THAT iS ALL i'M PRAYiNG, THAT SOMEDAY i WiLL UNDERSTAND.

 

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LindseyEthatsMe

:: 2004 13 January :: 7.19am
:: Mood: calm
:: Music: noise and kisses- the used

good day today plus a new poem

"sixteen candles"

you sold your soul
for a pretty face
forgot your name
and lost your place
food thrown down the toilet
to lose the weight
hungry for something
you'll never taste
sadness stares back
each day from the mirror
nothing else matters
vision grows dimmer
obsessed with this sickness
that has eaten your soul
not what you wanted
yet you've lost all control
built yourself up
only to lose it all
you forogt what goes up
will eventually fall
blow out the candles
fading fast
black out after you wish
that breath was your last-

Lindsey

...this is about a girl who wanted so badly to be pretty and skinny and popular she lost sight of everything else in her life and forgot about what was truly important...she became bulimic and on her sixteenth birthday died...

play me a melody on the piano

LindseyEthatsMe

:: 2004 4 January :: 12.00pm
:: Music: complete silence

random thoughts at midnight
sometimes i think that the person who loves me the most will give me wings so i can fly away...but i guess the person who truly loves me is the one who convinces me to stay. i think i'm slowly becoming unafraid of death. i guess what has scared me the most is not the dying...but the leaving. leaving everything just unfinished, mistakes unforgiven, and words unsaid. my life isn't so bad- i know i have it better than others but i can't help but sometimes want to get away from it all. a lot of times i wonder how many times can a heart be broken- isn't once the limit? if so then there's no hope of putting mine back together.. if heartaches had wings i would've soared away a long time ago -

play me a melody on the piano

LindseyEthatsMe

:: 2004 9 January :: 1.31am
:: Mood: nothing

out of school for a little cold rain- never heard of such
new poem-

"mascara"

she smears her makeup
with her tears
as they fall down once again
her heart it breaks
in pieces
as she falls for him time again
another note is wasted
black ink bleeds
the pen falls from her hand again
one last breath not taken
from life itself
and now she's falling down
the tears have shed their last
drop of sorrow
the stars shine their blackest
lull tonight
the roses too shed their
solemn silent tears of dew
as everything leaves her sight...

-Lindsey

play me a melody on the piano

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