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| AnnaLeBelle (profile) wrote, on 1-7-2004 at 6:02pm | |
| Current mood: confused Music: All the Things She Said;Tatu Subject: GOD! Boys are REALLY confusing.. |
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| Okay okay.. sorry I haven't been here for the past week. Nothing eventful except I got a really kawaii online bf!! I mean seriously though, he is so adorable! And I know you guys are saying: "How do you know he's really 14 and not some 80 year old stalker?" Well.. Ijust do! You know how those things just click in your head?? Well yea... ^^; I decided to call Ronnie.. earlier.. It was a very interesting conversation. He kept asking me what I looked for in a guy and all kinds of questions like that. Kinda weird if yah ask me.. I think he's dropping subtle hints!!! :coughes: Well.. that's what I mean by boys being confusing! Then.. Alex left me for his gf.. no surprise really. Still love him but not as much as I do my Sesshy-chan!!! :clings to sesshy: Marry meh? Pwease?! :pouts: Just kidding. A lil early for that doncha think? Hmm... and now for my wonderful little poem I made just for you all. Always the one to be made fun of for her social complex Always the one mistake for insane Always the one who was to smart for her own good. She was the shy one. The smart one. The crazy one. The happy one. This all coincides with the story, my friend. One rainy day in her little white cell she was sick. She called her boyfriend but didn't utter a word. "I love you." she whispers and hangs up. Back in the little white room, she cuts her wrists with a small aluminum lunch plate. Walking by the room they could only stare in disbelief. On the wall was scrawled a note in crimson ink. "Suicide and genocide Everyone is going to die Homicide, infanticide Heave your heavy tortured sighes! Razor blades, machete knives Bloody hatchets, shimmering sycthes Revving chainsaws, broken bats Staple gun, rusty nails in your back (The angels are fallen at my feet) Sparring kinves and ancient swords (Hush little babies don't say a word, The grim reeper is here to take you home) Bow down to your new Lord." Twenty years later they think the slaughter is done. Children ask questions but the parents ignore them. They'd rather not talk about their mistakes.. Sometime later they found a note in the same room. A crumpled up letter sealed with the blood of her victims. Opening it up they find the final note. "Didn't I tell you they would all die? I commited genocide to the masses Homicide to the hated Infanticide to the worthless And incouraged our races suicide. But you can be sure the reepers soul will sleep tight." ~Little Dark Child P.S.:THIS IS COPYRIGHT OF ME!!!! |
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