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suicide queen wearing ripped up jeans a knife in her pocket scars under her sleeves it's alright it's okay she still goes by day to day coming home with nicotine clinging to her teeth, black eyeliner dripping down her sunken cheeks suicide queen has done it all before a rope to her neck, jumping to the river floor, cuts to her arm, crushed heaven up her nose, she tries so hard yet nobody knows what she wants what she dreams the silver linings in between this isn't how she wants to be! underneath it all she's just like you only she faces a corrupted youth

rabbit white rabbit hops about to see Alice, the Alice is as dead as can be call up the red queen furiously unpleased she can't see the red gleam splattered on her jeans "OFF WITH HER HEAD!" "but your majesty, she's dead!" ... "oh well. another death another theft of my tasty, tarty bliss. I don't care about you, hare nor the girl who recieved death's kiss." so she left them all and that was how the ending played near they held inside unspoken cries which lead to congested fears

once before you left me a kiss now i'm aching from sores safety from bliss injury is my only friend left just for me yes, my pain has no end i drown in misery

physically strained mentally pained you were my wonderwall but now you're just plain your spark of beauty has fizzed out replaced by cruelty without a doubt when i look at you i no longer see intellect, understanding, personality (i know you and you're acting quite out of beat) perhaps that is just my way to cope trying to see past your ignorance trying to hope

i love you i love you i tell you, it's true there is no one else out there, only you you will not leave my mind i'm so sorry, but i'm shy i cannot approach what was previously mine i suppose i cannot say this though these feelings of affection i cannot show and now we are apart separated, a divided heart i'm sorry i cannot play the part of your lover

f a  l   l    i     n      g       down the hole       she looks about       and sees       all of the       things that she       had dreamed before the boy he wanted her so but she said no said no! twisting about and flailing seventy miles per hour [she's sailing] HELP HER, help her she screams and scratches but oh how she loves the blood            (her mind             unravels             and she             needs more             to satisfy             her lust) f a  l   l    i     n      g       she hits the ground       smiling a nasty frown       the blood stains       the cement       a na

xxx which one is next? i need to feel that i am best yyy why do you cry when i am here right by your side? zzz lack of sleep dreams are nightmares and i am weak

I just finished an excellent movie titled "Shattered Glass". A few weeks back, I bought it from a Goodwill and decided it was worth a shot. The main star in this film was Hayden Christensen, widely known for his role as Anakin Skywalker in the newer Star Wars films. He portrayed Stephen Glass. The film was based on the very real Stephen Glass, who was a journalist for The New Republic, a magazine about politics and current events. It takes place in the late 90's, and Stephen Glass was the guy who wrote the articles which were a bit more entertaining compared to the lifeless reports on government affairs. At the beginning of this film, Steph