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Hi my real name is Alexandra, but I'd rather you call me Alex I am outgoing. friendly. but most importantly I am Real, I did not steal anyone's picture/about me section/song/ or style.MY LIFE'S AN OPEN MAGAZINE; and you're all helplessly, shamelessly subscribed. watch me like a tv set. whisper under your breath. i draw lines to cross, and wear clothes to take off. fiction in my bed, fantasies in my head. i live an eternal fairytale, everything is coated in love, love, love. tight skin wrapped around sharp bones. topped with lipgloss and hairspray. i'm flashy, i'm deep. my heart is the centerfold. six page spread, beautiful and dead. snow white skin, i'll make it 'in.' passion: my soul speaks through images, words.. art. the shutter captures pieces of my soul. it steals fragments of my life, convets them into memories. shared, studied, ridiculed.. envied. in it's own beautiful way its perfect. not quite flawless. i see my future through a lense. IWANTTOMEETARTISTS: passion is essential. too many people are simply living, not enough are alive. forget about the plastics.. the superficial. i want classy, i want trashy. give me anything that breathes with conviction. people who turn love into paintings. people who turn tears into sonnets. people who are afraid of life, but never afraid to live. thinkers, lovers, leaders; i want these artists. H A N G F R O M M Y W O R D S: i’m in love with capturing details, words, beauty, ideas, moments. my life is a mess of all of them, an absolute mess. i keep them locked in this journal. i simply would rather live my life than sit at a desk and learn about it. i may not know every detail of the respiratory system but i still know how to breathe. and even breathing takes a close second to the circulatory system, my heart can pump blood, as well as compose love. modern obsession is blending. brainwashed and crawling out of electric salons, leaving skin smoldering and orange. poor chameleons, living.. hardly. well i’m p e r f e c t l y content translucent.
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The lights go out all around meOne last candle to keep out the nightAnd then the darkness surrounds meI know i'm alive but i feel like i've diedAnd all that's left is to accept that it's overMy dreams...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Nov 2008 22:28:00 GMT

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The love in my heart Knows not Whither it goes, nor Where the rode ends Perhaps it will End when I meet the one who steals my heart forever!!
Posted by on Fri, 27 Jun 2008 06:18:00 GMT

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Present Past Future That day And its promises Will never come again
Posted by on Fri, 27 Jun 2008 06:16:00 GMT

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The mistakes I made, The scars I have... Won't disappear, Even if I cover them up. So I'm still calling your name... No matter how much it hurts!!!
Posted by on Fri, 27 Jun 2008 06:07:00 GMT

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PainI've cried over five hundredyears for you.I'm surrounded bymy darkness that plauges me,in the crypt that you left me,I've slept in the coffin you prepared for me,filledbeautifully with white satin...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Jun 2008 10:55:00 GMT

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Isolated Soul MatesFor lifetimes I have loved you,So why should I have to stop now?There's something I always knew.That we would never make the vow.The one that two souls are bound by.I should have se...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Jun 2008 10:53:00 GMT

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..TR> ..TR> We are at war  ..TABLE> ..TR>   We are at warWith poverty and squalorWe are at war With penury of thoughtWe are at war With abject treacheryWe are at warWith gross misdem...
Posted by on Fri, 25 Apr 2008 18:08:00 GMT

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..TR> ..TR> The Game of War  ..TABLE> ..TR>   War is a game, It proves that the worst loss, Is a loss that was gained by a win, The blood is shed, The death is had, Utter depression,...
Posted by on Fri, 25 Apr 2008 18:07:00 GMT

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..TR> ..TR> Hiaku- Sorrow  ..TABLE> ..TR>   Sorrow is now hisIts spiny fingers wrap his heartIt is his to holdSorrow is now hisThe waves encompass his soulHe has no choice nowSorrow ...
Posted by on Fri, 25 Apr 2008 18:04:00 GMT

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..TR> ..TR> The sing of song  ..TABLE> ..TR>   it's a song without titlea song without worda song without sounda song in our eyesa song in our earsa song in our handsa song in our fe...
Posted by on Fri, 25 Apr 2008 18:00:00 GMT