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dying would be a good escape
today is the greatest day of my life
is it only rape if you say no
stupid
tell me what happened, or i will lie about it
no one will understand this poem
dumb
these things are always so ambiguous
selfish and arrogant
For the nighttimes, when we swallow
HORRIBLE
the paradox of the ugly artist
Some time ago
how my self esteem has been crushed into the sand ...
what i thought could be, could never be.
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Alisa
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Monday, February 8, 2010
dumb
i've thought it through
i am miserable
it is the truth
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