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TaMaHoMe CrAzY
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Birthday
1989-11-02
Gender
Female
Member Since
2004-07-03
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Student
Real Name
Linh
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::shurg::
Favorite Anime
...ex: Fushigi Yuugi, DN Angel, Initial D, Furi Kuri, Hellsing, Full Metal Panic, etc.
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to see Dir en Grey live before they disappear
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drawing, singing, reading, writing stories and poetry, ....ehh...and..playing video games
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drawing and singing- at least i hope they are haha =x
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Tuesday, November 9, 2004
i feel...like fucking shit...i feel so bad that i have to curse...urgh!...>.>....why do i feel bad...<.<....hmm...o.0...o gosh...::sigh:: okay...idiocy showing very bluntly -_-0 i should be doing my homework..but i don't want to...::sigh:: i'm sleepy and its only 10:15 someone...smack me awake. anyone...oooOOOooooOOoooOooOOOOo i just..well not really...i was starting to continue writing this one poem...well no...i'm not going to share my work in progress..i'll show you one of my summer written crud...its..kind of cool...i guess >.>...i'll let you be the judge of that :
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Nothing is as a horrible as the feeling of emptiness
As the feeling of not knowing who you are, what you are
You walk on dirty streets, alleys, roads day in and day out
Trying to find a way to find your answers
You reach for a dagger still trying to find the answers
I touch you to tell you everything is fine
Those dull eyes stare at me with a hatred for every living being
Those same eyes laugh at me as blood is freed from its imprisonment
You glower at the blood; touching it, tasting it, looking for answers
The blood was supposed to be the answer you tell me
All I can do is hold onto you as we both fall to our knees
How can this be you whisper to me once again
Day in and day out I watched you slowly waste away
Your body melting apart in to flesh and bone
I watched you chew at your own soul
Beating it into a puddle of blood
There were days where you just sat at the bay window and told me your thoughts
Telling me how God had deceived you into believing that you had a purpose
Telling me that you were not meant for this place and neither was I
Sometimes… I actually believed you
You glower at the blood; touching it, tasting it, looking for answers
The blood was supposed to be the answer you tell me
All I can do is hold onto you as we both fall to our knees
How can this be you whisper to me once again
My breath comes short as tears take its path down my cheeks
Why you ask me
Why did you do this I ask you
To save you was your response before I took my last breath
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