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fall out girl
rachaelGOH.
thirTEEN
exPYPS;PHS
exRC;NOTHING
chocoHOLIC
fobFANTIC
partTIMEaudier
fullTIMEwatchANIME-r
CRAZY;WILD;BITCHY;FUN
SENSETIVE;SOFT;EASYtoTEARS
selfPROCLAIMEDwriter=x
exPYPS;PHS
exRC;NOTHING
chocoHOLIC
fobFANTIC
partTIMEaudier
fullTIMEwatchANIME-r
CRAZY;WILD;BITCHY;FUN
SENSETIVE;SOFT;EASYtoTEARS
selfPROCLAIMEDwriter=x
WANTS
SHOES
FOBalbum
esp UNDERtheCOCKtree
DGRAYMANsoundtrack
MANGA .
gameboyDS
memoryCARD
ownROOM
violetEYES
sturdyNAILS
playtheHARP
myBOOKpubished
contact
MSN: ????@hotmail.com
MySPACE: ???
Friendster: ???
MySPACE: ???
Friendster: ???
all thanks to ..
.fall out(s)
peiMIN
saBRIna
chuYI
0ld bl0qq
favGAME
beiAN
meI
QIUjin
sherYL
j0leNE
meiQI
DErek
JAdine
CANgy
XUEying
NIcoleMEII
KENNETHyan
SUian
ROsi
SHImin
SHAron
wenMiiN
abiGAIL
anDREA
MEI
saBRIna
chuYI
0ld bl0qq
favGAME
beiAN
meI
QIUjin
sherYL
j0leNE
meiQI
DErek
JAdine
CANgy
XUEying
NIcoleMEII
KENNETHyan
SUian
ROsi
SHImin
SHAron
wenMiiN
abiGAIL
anDREA
MEI
history
September 2006
October 2006
December 2006
February 2007
March 2007
April 2007
May 2007
June 2007
July 2007
August 2007
September 2007
October 2007
November 2007
December 2007
January 2008
March 2008
April 2008
you feeling blue ?
wooden box
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
1:23 AM
at the bottom of the wooden box
belows the albums and stuff
lays something mary ann cherished
till the day it costed her life
a once sharp blade , now rusty and blunted
stained with blood , tears and pain
the leather brown handle old and ragged
the shine replaced with dread and grief
a good family , caring and loving
everything she wanted , was at her reach
lucious red curls that flew around her face
she was the girl everyone envied to be
her boyfriend was a cheater , a user too
her friends all here , just to get wellknown
no one to turned to when things got rough
except for the borwn leather handled knife
the first time it happened , a night in june
she failed a test , first in her life
her friends chided her , called her dumb
while he didnt care ,told her just work harder
a kind of pleasure she never knew exsist hit her
when the cold harsh blade entered her skin
she muffled her cries , bit on her lips
as the blade re=enter her pale white skin
she started ignoring others , outcasting herself
her blade always faithfully by her side
huge colourful bangles hid her many scrs
but nothing except love could ever heal them
one cold winter night , three days before christmas
she needed a hit ,an weird urge to cut
she drag the blade across her wrist
a snowstorm brewed , too deep it went
and blood started spluting out
she thought it was okay , thought it was fine
but the blood didnt stop , oh no , it didnt
she washed it under water , applied preasure
nothing happened , she knew it was goodbye
she teared and weeped , crying so hard
she hid her knife in the old wooden box
using a marker she wrote in big letters
CHERISH LIFE FOR ME , FOR I DIDNT .
the kinfe is still there this very day
along with her things , her past , her story .
buried under ground it will remain hidden
until the day when someone cares
till the day when someone really cares .
belows the albums and stuff
lays something mary ann cherished
till the day it costed her life
a once sharp blade , now rusty and blunted
stained with blood , tears and pain
the leather brown handle old and ragged
the shine replaced with dread and grief
a good family , caring and loving
everything she wanted , was at her reach
lucious red curls that flew around her face
she was the girl everyone envied to be
her boyfriend was a cheater , a user too
her friends all here , just to get wellknown
no one to turned to when things got rough
except for the borwn leather handled knife
the first time it happened , a night in june
she failed a test , first in her life
her friends chided her , called her dumb
while he didnt care ,told her just work harder
a kind of pleasure she never knew exsist hit her
when the cold harsh blade entered her skin
she muffled her cries , bit on her lips
as the blade re=enter her pale white skin
she started ignoring others , outcasting herself
her blade always faithfully by her side
huge colourful bangles hid her many scrs
but nothing except love could ever heal them
one cold winter night , three days before christmas
she needed a hit ,an weird urge to cut
she drag the blade across her wrist
a snowstorm brewed , too deep it went
and blood started spluting out
she thought it was okay , thought it was fine
but the blood didnt stop , oh no , it didnt
she washed it under water , applied preasure
nothing happened , she knew it was goodbye
she teared and weeped , crying so hard
she hid her knife in the old wooden box
using a marker she wrote in big letters
CHERISH LIFE FOR ME , FOR I DIDNT .
the kinfe is still there this very day
along with her things , her past , her story .
buried under ground it will remain hidden
until the day when someone cares
till the day when someone really cares .
