Well, what can I say?
I don`t even know who I am
I just keep marching on
And on
Trying to figure out what the hell is this life
Meanwhile,
I write...
Yuumura Kirika
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Sometimes I feel lost in this world, sometimes I feel abused, sometimes I feel alone.
I try hard to keep my mind cool but I go mad once in a while - I can't help being depressive so many times.
I'm definitely a true masochist. People just hurt me all time but I still love them... it's crazy and I hate myself for it.
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My newest blog: http://kirika.blog.com
Check it and leave me a comment, if you may.
Anyone who wants to exchange links, leave me a comment or mail me or send me an instant message.
I don`t even know who I am
I just keep marching on
And on
Trying to figure out what the hell is this life
Meanwhile,
I write...
Yuumura Kirika
***
Sometimes I feel lost in this world, sometimes I feel abused, sometimes I feel alone.
I try hard to keep my mind cool but I go mad once in a while - I can't help being depressive so many times.
I'm definitely a true masochist. People just hurt me all time but I still love them... it's crazy and I hate myself for it.
***
My newest blog: http://kirika.blog.com
Check it and leave me a comment, if you may.
Anyone who wants to exchange links, leave me a comment or mail me or send me an instant message.
- Last seen on Oct 3 6:07 AM. Member since February 12, 2005.
- I'm a malachite opening poet for 394 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "Life is terminal.".
- I am a 23 year old girl (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a webdesigner.
- Visit my homepage at kirika.blog.com
- I am in the groups All Metal
- I have 394 comments, 52 poems, 2 stories
Poems I'm focused on
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Rainy days fill my cup with melancholy
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Eyelids down and I know it's time To lay awake and your face admire
My Poetry
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My Stories
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She focused her eyes but couldn’t see anything; the little light pouring from the five or six stars shining that night wasn’t enough to illuminate her watch.
Tic-tac. -
Mary Anne was a young woman with eyes that were made by the deepest waters of the ocean. She wasn’t a teenager; Mary Anne had the age when beauty is elegant and fresh like grac
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AzureBlue on June 10, 2005Hello...we are in the Theory of Rhyme class together and I noticed you mentioned in your introduction that you love metal. I have a metal group on AP called ALL METAL and I would love for you to join, if you are interested.
Just click on >>> allpoetry.com/Poem/828761 <<< to find out how to join...
See you in the mosh pit!!!
\m/
Lorena
