heh the reader at nova.edu--you were number six thousand. :-P
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September 23, 2002 @ 2:06 pm
juliana theory--seven forty seven ((i wish i had someone like brett begging me to go on 'holiday' with him hehe))
and left the summer sun behind us with our thoughts
when it stops raining,
I think i'll take a walk to your house.
And if we ever get the chance to set a date,
I think i'll take you on the next plane.
Won't you come and take a holiday with me.
I've asked you twice before,
will this be the time you finally say yes to me.
I've asked you times before,
this is the last i've asked you times before,
"Won't you come and take a holiday with me,
Please say yes"
Won't you come with me,
there's things to see.
Won't you come and take a holiday with me.
I can take you, I can't make you.
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September 23, 2002 @ 1:26 am
letting the razors think for me.
i just feel like screaming, he's being distant, and doing all these things on purpose.
and the little blue knife with the no slip grip drags over my arm again.
long sleeves for tomorrow. lucky lucky me.
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September 23, 2002 @ 1:11 am
as i sing and sing of awful things..
...the pleasure that my sadness brings.
(tiny cuts=not a lot of blood. and they sting. like they should.)
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