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formerly:: youwhisperedhurry.

if I fell through every hollow wall I should have,
I'd have ended up like Alice,
I think.

being sad is not a scream, it's a whimper.
or maybe that's what it is when you're a poet
and realize no one is listening anyhow.

Last seen 1 day ago. Member since October 27, 2008.
I'm a pyrite eye poet for 1,116 comments.
My mood is , and quote is "I thought this wouldn't hurt a lot.".
I am a 15 year old girl (United States)
When I'm not writing, I'm breaking my lungs with laughter.
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I am in the groups X Factor Season Three, friends of August Starlight, mah peeps, the asylum rounds, the name is sadly not here
I have 1,116 comments, 12 contests, 3 columns, 142 poems

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fall behind me

119 lines, 11 comments, November 3
a fifth of vodka and half my soul.

53 lines, 10 comments, October 1
next time, next time.

76 lines, 10 comments, September 7

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so real

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2600 points, ended November 17, 10 entries In Big points

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intelligent life

65 lines, 4 comments, November 18
it will be okay

24 lines, 2 comments, November 12
my hollow hollow walls

35 lines, 5 comments, November 11
on my white horse

58 lines, 3 comments, November 4

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adolescente. on November 14

we are listening.
"being sad is not a scream, it's a whimper.
or maybe that's what it is when you're a poet
and realize no one is listening anyhow."
^^
we are.

beautiful.
emma... on November 11

thanks so much. i'm in love with your work.
Asabouros. on October 29

thou has robbeth me of mine family. mine country. mine love. and now thou hast the gall to robbeth me of mine title?!

Avast ye, Satan! Do away with thy incorrigible sins and REPENT.
For the lord is all that may save thy rotted soul, now.

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Asabouros. on October 29

thou has robbeth me of mine family. mine country. mine love. and now thou hast the gall to robbeth me of mine title?!

Avast ye, Satan! Do away with thy incorrigible sins and REPENT.
For the lord is all that may save thy rotted soul, now.

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