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Wednesday, April 20, 2005

woosh tmr we're going to do ipw.
they're coming my house.
ahaha. my house is such a mess.
oh wells, we need to do LOADS of filming.
it sounds kinda fun,
but tiring. even so,
we rock.

ROFL you see im really that bored.

writing poems activates my brain,
it also lessens the pain.
i just feel like writing,
even if it's about nothing.

so here i am,
no i'm not sam!
this is dear ole gero,
neither your friend nor foe.

my heart still bleeds for you.




tag/links

and now the stars
aren't out tonight, but
neither are we,
to look up at them.
why does hello feel like goodbye?
these memories
can't replace
these wishes I wished
and dreams I chased.
take this broken heart,
and make it right.

when will you save me?



stabbed my heart.