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Jessica Vincent.
One of 12 kids.
loves writing poetry XD
loves to bake XD
I eat pretty much all cereal with ice coffe or juice hahah...i know strange :P
Perfection is not in my vocabulary.
you don't like me? don't care. so keep it to yourself
live.laugh.love. thats my motto in life XD
you don't run from your mistakes, you live with them and face the consequences
I highly doubt anyone will really read this, but writing is something I love. It's the only way I can truely express myself, the only time I am really happy and true to my emotions is when I'm writing down on paper. It starts off kind of poetic but then goes into journal style writing. It's not something I'd show as a poem, just some pen on a paper that expresses who I am.
As each day comes and goes,
My dream of getting out of here increases.
No one seems to hear my screams or my cries,
Are they all deaf?
There's no one beside me to wipe away my tears which are caused by these heartaching lies,
Are they all heartless?
No body notices how much misery I'm really concieving,
Are they all blind?
These people here are heartbreakers, careles and decieving.
They have no soul.
They take pride in ruining other peoples' lives.
They find enjoyment and satisfaction by watching you slowely fade away.
You've got to ask yourself...
Are you one of those who may as well be deaf because you don't want to listen?
Are you heartless and don't even care?
Shouldn't you might as well be blind because you couldn't be bothered opening up your eyes?
Or are you just another lost soul trying to find the light out of the darkness?
I am one of those lost souls.
The reason why I am so lost in this big world is because of the people I befriended and the ones I trusted, not only did they shatter my heart, but they made my life a living hell.
People wonder why I want to leave here so bad,
Well now you all know.
I can't stand seeing the faces of the people who betrayed me.
I just don't want to listen to all the lies I've heard before.
This isn't called running away,
It's just starting a whole new beginning to my life.
people tend to say life is short and to live every day like it's your last, after all you could get hit by a bus any minute. but they're wrong. life is longgggg...and it's very unlikely that you'll get hit by a bus and you shouldn't live every day like it's your last because you have to live with your decissions and consequences for the next 50 years or so of your life..
REALITY OF LIFE
Life isn't just full of happiness,
It's a mixture of love and tears
It's the thoughts of wonderful memories,
Thats can wash away all our fears
It's that very painful experience,
That each one of us has had
It's the laughter that fills the air
It's the tears when you are sad
It's loving that someone special,
That at one glance makes you smile
It's the pain of losing that person
But the memories make it worthwile
It's that child in every one of us
Although in time we will be old
It's the good times we'll never forget,
The memories we'll always hold
It's the hug that we all need,
When we'd rather drown in our sorrow
It's the hope in every one of us,
That makes us hold on for tomorrowMySpace Backgrounds
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poem

Please Get Out Of My HeadIm being followed by your spirit,Everywhere that I go you happen to beYoure taunting me with memories of us,Showing me the past, which I don't want to seeWhy are you following...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Nov 2008 16:01:00 GMT

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The Teenage LifeThe funny thing is everyone is different,Yet we all want to be the sameWe don't act seriously towards our futureBut we know life is short and is no gameWe do stupid things that we know...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Nov 2008 15:52:00 GMT

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The Story Of My LifeMy room is my sanctuary, it's where I go to hideIt's where I try to concentrate on the good, and push all the bad asideBut when I take away the bad, it seems there isn't much leftI...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Nov 2008 15:41:00 GMT

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A Painful DreamYou threw me on the floor of this ruined, old shackI'm squirming, while you tie my hands behind my backYou injected a needle into me, which made me feel nautious and weakYou taped my mo...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Nov 2008 15:24:00 GMT

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I'm No MurdererHere I stand with a gun in someones faceHe's on the ground, pleading for mercyFaster than ever, our hearts are beating at the same paceThis man has tortured my brother with pain, so he ...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Nov 2008 15:15:00 GMT

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That's Just LifeSometimes in life youve got a question,But no one has an answer for itSometimes you have to make a confession,Even though there might be some conflictSometimes there's just too many th...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Nov 2008 15:06:00 GMT

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What Depression Is Like Depression is getting worse and worseIt's like this terrible curseIt's like a tidal wave pulling you further inYou don't feel up to facing anyone or anythingDepression is a hu...
Posted by on Thu, 23 Oct 2008 18:50:00 GMT

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Will Our Love Ever Be Renewed?   It's tough to express my feelings in a way which you will comprehendIt's hard for me to tell you, the thoughts of which are in my headIt feels as though smok...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Jun 2008 20:12:00 GMT

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My Gruesome Death As these creatures are getting closer towards me, all I see is skin and bonesThere's at least a dozen of them, looking like eachothers clonesThere's darkness surrounding every single...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Jun 2008 19:19:00 GMT

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You Are Not My Fantasy   How many times do I have to say it?Your world means nothing to me at allYet there you are, always around me you sitBack and forth you always crawlIt's too late for you to...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Jun 2008 19:07:00 GMT