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Name: Steffy ♥
Birthday: 9/23/1988
Gender: Female
Interests: none of them consist of you, if you were wondering.
Expertise: i have no knowledge of anything; i am without every proficiency.
Message: message me
AIM:  stefypoo 576
Member Since:
6/17/2004
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| i'm tired of everything...
being back in plano was nice for a while, but it makes me realize how much i miss fort worth. it's my hour i have away. i thought living in plano would make everything, but it's dead here.
i'll go any distance to see the ones i care for.
the ones i lost before,
i'm not losing again.
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| bloop... posted this elsewhere.
i figured out i say "bloop" more so than i ever say "bla."
: ) : )
A flame to the wick
Diving into my heart
The wax surrounding
Cries tears of blood from
the essence…
Warmth embodies the
existence
Yet struggles against the normality of bitterness
It consumes all too readily-
Hiding in stillness is unforgiving.
Uplifting, the body
admits
Yet fails to compromise
with the novelty.
Gracefully it embraces
itself,
Enfolding against the will.
...Fair you were
And fair you become.
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| poem written for english a couple of days back.
Blood
flows from the red tongue,
Tasting your soul,
Bringing
you into a state of infinite hopelessness,
Instability.
Despondency
is no longer foreign.
Controlled,
Centered
upon by the demonic stare that hungrily eats your warm flesh,
The
fire burns an unmerciful hole
Deep
within your lethargic heart.
Inactive
your body lies.
Breathing
is an unfound feeling;
Suffocation seizes.
A
whisper is heard
However,
it breathes loudly…
The
voice of your pounding heart,
Ready to break open, destroying your frail
body,
Screams
inside your head.
Those
blank eyes filled with poison
Encompass
your being.
Your
pitiful existence is unable to disappear;
You are no longer life.
This
is eternity.
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| this breath collapsed again.
there are times when i am mad at
people, and times when i cut off
their limbs and eat them between two slices of bread,
toasted.
i was chewing on a bead, thinking it was an
orange popcorn kernel. i like cheesy popped
corn.
A hammer to the head
The nail
won’t push
through
The tip tires,
becoming blunt
But it still pierces.
My
eyes show the
pounding
Shaking with each blow
How it becomes
rhythmic
Yet the feel of each
hit is unknown.
Fingers twitching,
Death
invades my veins
Each inhale is the
last
Each exhale rapidly
escapes.
Your hand held that
hammer
[The thoughts of my
mind]
You found that nail
That tortures me
so.
ps: happy valentines ♥♥
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