Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Sadness

Alice knows what there is to know.
Can't pretend much either.
Hides way to much from her parents.
Expresses her feelings.
Can't lie, into someone's eyes.
Feels pain.
Says music about 6 million times a day.
Has addictions.
Will fuck you up.
Wishes.
Hopes.
Dreams.
Is in love with EMINEM!!!
Can't leave, but wants to.
Has feelings beyond your imagination.
Has ******* packed into her bag.
Is ready to go.
Hates being to late.
Vacation.
Swings.
Can't do that.
Or this.
Hates to sneeze.
Likes way too many things.
Is not sleepy at all!
Has those people.
Has these people too.
Just blanked out for a minute.
Reads the wrong things.
Hears the wrong things.
Has peeves.
And wants to punch people, when they piss me off.
Can't relax when told to.
Likes shapes.
And animals.
TIGERS.
HEARTS
FUCK ALL THE ABOVE AND LEAVE THE LAST WORD:
MUSIC----- BITCHES!

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