scrawls.
travelling I always stop at exits
wondering if I'll stay
young and restless
living this way I stress less
i want to pull away
when the dream dies
the pain sets it and I don't cry
i only feel gravity and
I wonder why

and the sun was wondering if
it should stay away
for a day until the feeling went away
and the clouds were dropping and the
the rain forgot how to
bring salvation
the dogs were whistling a new tune
barking at the new moon
hoping it would come soon
so that they could die
- nelly furtado

my orphical identity.
melissa
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leave.
doll.

scawls on my skin.


20040109
nothing is the way they seem anymore...people are sneaky...fictatious...unreal.god,at this moment i need strength.i need the strength to overcome things that face me with claws.i'm gonna b one of the organisers for the upcoming waterfall trip..i've never been so involved in stuf...not in my 15 yrs of life...i'm a piece of jello made to freeze.very tired...thinking of reading tues with morris...get in touch with the eq of others so to handle my own eq problems.once again at this freaking period and segment of my life,my motto is determination.i wonder how long i can hold on.i wonder.

my mind.
like salt water.
inviting but dangerous.
choking and intangible.
green.
clear?
calm but delved in a war of bloodshed.
wring it dry.
wring my mind.
i hate salt water.
it stains.


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