Coulda set it down
When things got tough
Coulda walked away from this love
But that’d been crazy
We were young, We were wild, We Were restless
Had to go, had to fly, had to get Away
Took a chance on that feeling
We were lovin blind, borderline Reckless
We were livin for the minute we Were spinning in
Maybe we were a lot of things
Oh maybe we were a lot of things
But we weren't crazy
Wendy: Peter. You won't forget me, will you?
Peter: Me? Forget? Never.
Wendy: Will you ever come back?
Peter: To hear stories... About me
Sorry I can't really respond to messages and comments; I don't have a computer in Orange County. And, when I come up here, it's not like I have all day to read seven pages of messages, and respond to three pages of comments. Thanks so much for your thoughts everyone. I read some messages, but not because those people are more important, depends on subject matter. I won't leave them not responded to, though.
Starved for knowledge,
Thirsty for the truth.
And in the pages I could
Sense all the longing in the world
I close my eyes, cause I'm longing too.
Who knows your name,.. anymore, anymore?
I'll say your name,
forever more, forever more.
Come on feel the noise
Girls rock your boys
We'll get wild, wild, wild!
Wild, wild, wild!
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And as you walked away
The echo of my words
Cut just like a knife
Cut so deep it hurt
I held back the tears
Held on to my pride and watched you go
I wonder if you'll ever know
Just give me a white lace collar and a few barettes, and I'll be the saddest little girl in the world.
Tonight, with my box full of sharp objects, that cause strawberry gashes, I will be breaking the habit. If something were to happen, cry a little for me, then smoke two joints.
The thing that hurts the most is to see the one you love, love someone else. A cutter unable to find something sharp enough is like a heroin addict who can't find her needle. And, when you love that addict, everything is lost.
[J]ust got lost again.
[A]lways apologizing.
[M]ake it work this time.
[I] don't know what to do.
[E]very moment without you is hell.
[L]ost and Delirious.
[E]xcept with you.
[I]'ve fucked up again.
[G]od, this is so wrong.
[H]appiness is overrated.
[M]aster's Favourite Slave.
[A]ble to be hurt.
[R]eady for you to love me again.
[T]ime heals all wounds.
[I]'m so confused.
[N]ot gonna do it again...
My name is Magic. My rave names have changed a lot from Easybake, Sweetness, Papa Squat, Poppy, to the latest Papi. I started partying in December 2006; my first party was Winterfresh. =] I just moved to Hawthorne in January. I post a lot of bulletins, if you don't like it, don't add me. =] I enjoy long walks on the beach, ice cream, boba, hanging out, listening to good music, going to shows, and making kandii. I dislike homophobia, the color yellow, rude people, moochers, people who don't like to share their herb, people who demand I share every little thing with them, people who eat all my food, and never give me jack shit in return, when they have money, wooden rollercoasters, your new girlfriend, and people that post 9850932854 bulletins asking people to whore them or comment their pictures.
You can find me ::
On Neopets :: [Ask for it.]
On FictionPress :: Bleeding Gemstone
On LiveJournal :: Jamesky
On AOL: SafeBlackWarmth
On YIM :: MagicCannabliss
On MSN :: [email protected]
Via E-Mail :: [email protected]
On Adventure Quest :: TheJunkieMonologues
On Corner Bodega :: Jamie
wispy smoke twisting rising rising rising, still.
a taste like flowers, like your hair
rolling tongues soften softer than anything
of such sweetness i could only have dreamed
but the dream is real, it happened it is happening
it will happen again, it is real.
-- Justin Sane
But all she can think about,
Is a, a better life, a second chance,
An' everyone she's letting down.
I'm not saying I'm battered and bruised
but I might as well be with the words you used
I believe in myself, that makes me stronger
Things changed and so have I
I wanna paint my face and pretend that I am someone else.
Sometimes I get so fed up, I don't even wanna look at myself.
But people have problems that are worse than mine
I don't want you to think I'm complaining all the time.
And I hate the way you look at me I have to say.
I wish that I could start over.
I am slowly falling apart.
I wish you'd take a walk in my shoes for a start
and you might think it's easy being me.
You just stand still look pretty.
I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you