too many things to say.
whats the point anymore?
Hey you, go fuck yourself fag.
although i use that term lightly. (:
and i'll only use the "F" word for you.


Change MeLove of mine, One day you will find that i'm not the person you think i am. It feels like one, but both hands say five, Each hour, Each Day, rushing by.Change Me
I step on the scale and frown, The number is way too high.
I turn around and crouch beside the toilet day by day, Everyday thinking of you.. Everything is gone; my hunger, my shame, and everything i had eaten. But then i see your smile And the way you say hello. I no longer feel beaten or confused. The weight upon my shoulders is gone.
Dont you realize you could change me and my ways, I do
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My page at FanFiction.net - TattooAlchemist
My Mini City - Imbocca
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I haven't lost my mind - It's backed up on disk somewhere...
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