Nothing.Much love,
Miranda.
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Over you.Hearing words unspoken, the words I wish to hear from you, but they never come. Sometimes I wonder if I went through all the pain and hours of time I spent doing things for you, for nothing. Because that's how it feels to me.Over you.
Like everything I've done for you was just a waste of my time, and I'm a worthless waste of skin, because I never even get a sincere 'thank you'.
And it's like I've been there for you all this time, just to be your own personal slave… It feels wrong now. After all this time, we've kept it a secret. And the things you said to me before still lie in my heart. But I think this is just a sick little game o
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New story.New storyNew story.
I sat in class; clearly bored out of my mind, for the morning was the worst part of my day. I started to gaze out the window, and lose myself in a daydream. Slowly, my vision became blurry and I couldn’t see my surroundings.
I started seeing things from my previous nightmares, and I was scared. People are yelling at me, laughing, making fun of me because I’m knocking everything that was on my desk onto the floor. I immediately started crying because I couldn’t see anything, and everyone was laughing about it. Everyone gasped, and then my vision became clear. I held onto my desk tightly thinki
by ~xpurplemonkeyfanx
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AcceptanceShe was sitting on my bed. She smiled, her teeth faint against a velveteen tongue. “You’re home,” she said. I sank weakly into a chair, my briefcase sliding out of my hand like a leather fish. “You’re here,” I replied. It was four o’clock, almost dark already. The steely light pushed shadows like bionic legs up my walls, stiff marching. Traffic noise blurred beyond the windows into the rain. “There’s a letter waiting.” She offered it to me, an envelope growing blue with wetness. I got up slowly. She always made me feel so heavy, perhaps because her movements seemed so gAcceptance
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- Current Residence: Ottawa, On.
- Interests: Writing, Reading, Drawing, Listening to music, Hanging with friends, Shopping, Gaming, and Alot more
- Favourite movie: Don't really know
- Favourite band or musician: Hehe, I have ALOT. XD
- Favourite genre of music: Punk/rock and Screamo.
- Favourite artist: My Cuzin: Danielle
- Favourite poet or writer: Stephenie Meyer.
- Favourite photographer: Me.
- Favourite style of art: poetry, photography, doodles, and the spoken word
- Operating System: Windows XP.
- MP3 player of choice: Ipod Chromatic
- Shell of choice: I don't know?
- Skin of choice: Mine?
- Favourite game: Dunno
- Favourite gaming platform: Wii?
- Favourite cartoon character: L
- Personal Quote: Idk...
- Tools of the Trade: Pencil, paper, keyboard, camera.
- Email: xxpurplemonkeyfanxx@hotmail.com
- MSN: xxpurplemonkeyfanxx@hotmail.com
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"you've got to ignore the voices, they are not on your side. and you never tell anyone about them"- reese from malcom in the middle
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"Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must
Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines."
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Whoa, look at that bastard rat! He's makin' fun of you!
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Whoa, look at that bastard rat! He's makin' fun of you!
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I Will Never be a Memory.
I wish I was a Zombie so I could marry my love for Zombies...or marry myself that always works too.
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Invader's blood marches thru my veins like GIANT RADIOACTIVE RUBBER PANTS!! The Pants command me...Do not ignore my Veins!
~Invader Zim From episode 1 (THANK YOU ZIM!YOU INSPIRE SO MUCH MAYHEM!!)
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