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Gender: Male
Status: Single
Age: 26
Sign: Gemini

City: i don't live in
State: Michigan
Country: US
Signup Date: 11/1/2004

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Thursday, September 13, 2007 

Current mood:  accomplished
Stale air. Stale moments. Astranged stares. Like we were gazing stars. Imperfections like cracks in the surface. Scratched away like flakes of fallacy. I lost myself somewhere that night. You were the momento of a fleeting glimpse. Forsaken. My last thoughts. Crash this world of glass around me. Moving hurts so much .When your stepping on broken glass. Remember me in the moments to come. Precursor to the burning effigy. Heartbeats to soften the blow. Ten stories high . And i'm falling. Cloud nine was the burning building. Cloud nine was a broken heart. Piece together this broken glass. Then maybe i can walk away. with you.



Graceful tears of misconception. Stream down like rapids from the highest mountian. Falling to the ground . In small floods of salty raindrops. Raindrops. That last kiss. That solitary kiss. I still feel you. Your velvet lips upon my face. A slap in the face. You bring me down. That time in the park. That time we spent. Is worth nothing more, Than my tears on your skin. You sent my world arye. Now a sliver of this broken mirror. All from that kiss. That solitary kiss. When you said goodbye.


the sole purpose of miscommunication is misinterpertation to the fact of non-being, the non-being of ones self. the fact of meaning nothing to noone the fact of believing in that huge lie that i fall for all the time and realize too deep inside i'm caught in it again too far to look back to the light which glimmers soo meak like that i can never be found through the oblivion of mislead feelings unorthodox truths and repercussions of the heart. it looks soo perfect from the outside of ones birds eye view of the entangling of the commotion of the final emotion. i am nothing more than mear chalk mark on the wall screaming *score* as i'm checked down as a mere fun time memory the one time legacy shot down heavenry, finish file of tactics trances glances and missed chances of the words fumbled forth to cause a groove of tongue and cheek performance, captian of spoiled enjoyment, the keeper of failed attempts at this game a lie or a travesty, majesty of tragedy




Stay out with me tonight. There's some blankets in the back. Caught on Autumn's edge out near the woods once again, but this time no one expects us back. I know it's cold but it's that kind of cold that doesn't feel bad when it's late. So let me be bold or I'm gonna be bold-I've thought of you on and off since 1988. About your recent investment plan, it smells like $50 stuffed into a Ziplock bag. I thought you guys were all totally clean, but I guess we all need something to relax. I know you have some place to be-prepared some information for someone in some hours-but if we can't get it together fall, at least let this semi-perfect scene to be ours. So remain relaxed and remember that there were once more temperate Novembers.



 Your deceit has stained your flesh and your obscurities have proven themselves so sickening. How can you live with yourself when you are your own disgust?
Do you know who you are when all you are is lost, and not even forgiveness can save you from what
you have become inside? Was there ever a moment when we saw in the same light and insecurities were not reality. You can separate yourself from the truth but when the
sunset dies so will you.


u were the one now i'm for fun nomore will i succumb to the needs of another blunder the way i stumble and crumble walls tore down my life falls down my insane asylum ways calm down blasphemy every word i say but no more today i got improper wife to kiss your lips sting like these wrist i slit.


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umm pathetic promises make us inseptible to our own hearts demenor i know what i feel is awkwardly true and not known to us as individuals but known when we're together so this i give to you concealed it may seem, open it up and hold it close for it is my heart.





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Progression Through Unlearning
By Snapcase
Release date: 08 April, 1997
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Thursday, September 13, 2007 
i am trying really hard...............even though it really fuckin hurts..............it hurts my head to even try to figure it out.................i try and i try and i fuckin try and its not good enough..............what else am i supposed to do...............i put myself out there............let up all my defenses............let myself wide open...........cause i felt safe............what am i supposed to do..............the love is there one million percent on myside..............i think i just need to convince myself that its not my fault.........or is it..............i will never fuckin know.........one thing is for fuckin sure i will never give up till the last stake is in my heart..............

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Sunday, June 17, 2007 

Current mood:  sad
Category: Life
To feel the warmth of you against me would be a gift all too good to give......to catch a gaze my way could melt my heart..........the love i have for you from the tips of your fingers to the bottom of my heart, i know is true....cause feelings like these can never lie, nor die.......simple pleasures of a smile here, a laugh there........have tainted my soul....never to be sane........never wanting to be the same.....drunk off you.......only way to live.....the one thing i yearn for more than anything in the world.........just out of arms reach.......mind racing all the time....close my eyes, stops dead in its tracks........to one figure.......one solitary image........you in my arms...your eyes in mine.......forever in debt to your love.........the girl of my dreams, a teardrop away.......one more kiss could kill me.........i wish for nothing more........please.... will you kill me once more........
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