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Interests: music, photography, the art of dying, writing, poetry, guys.. blood and gore, lithium picnic, suicide girls.. white roses, phychology, liquor, poison, hanging, murder, self-mutilation, acid, drowning, abusive relationships.. suicide, tragedies, prostitution, eating disorders, horror, rape, self-sacrifice.. loud music, the smell of cigarettes, all the beauty in my life i haven't found yet.. & poe..
Expertise: breaking your heart.. falling apart.. destroying what i love the most..
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AIM:  xXxPillz666xXx
Member Since:
5/15/2005
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| I hate him. I love him. Deep down. But all that he has done to me. It makes me hate him. What have I done to him? Why has he changed so much? I hate him. And everything he does. He knows I wouldn't like it the things he does. He knows me better than I know myself. He calls me his friend. So why does he do it? I thought he was better than that. Being around him makes me sick. Makes me run into the bathroom back stall and cry to myself. I hate him. My teacher did say something to me. "Why are you so different this year? So depressed. What is wrong?" I ignored. Just walked out as fast as I could before I would cry. No one will ever know. Ever find out. It’s my secret. I hate him. | | |
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