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Sometimes I study myself,
My own reflection.
by ItalianGurrl
63 lines, 2 comments,
on Jul 18 10:01 PM 2008
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As the days go by,
I realize more and more,
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why do girls gotta be so fake!
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Everything is exactly what you expected.
But is it what it seems?
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The Italian blood
Flows through my veins.
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Your arms around me,
Holding me tight,
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Be prepared for the worst, but don't expect it to happen.
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I can’t believe it’s here, / It’s almost time to go, / Time to leave it all behind, / Time to take another road. / Right around the corner
by ItalianGurrl
32 lines, 4 comments,
on May 14 8:15 PM 2007
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I just can't take it. / Everything's building up. / I want to let it out / But nothing seems to work. / Emotions are going hay wire. / Noth
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In spite of everything, I'm still holding strong.
by ItalianGurrl
48 lines, 3 comments,
on Mar 24 10:37 PM 2007
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Make it stop. The thoughts.
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I'm a wreck without you. I'm going insane.
by ItalianGurrl
45 lines, 5 comments,
on Mar 16 10:52 PM 2007
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about how society brain washes everyone and what some people deal with bc of it
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Can anyone hear my sobbs? Please, help me.
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What is going on? I can't tell anymore.
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I hate this!
I hate this life!
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Sometimes...
I want to SCREAM,
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Don't mind me.
Don't let me interrupt.
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A person can only deal
With so many rejections,
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You see her walk alone,
Head down in shame.
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I envision your eyes,
Staring deep into my soul,
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Here I am again,
Consumed by my thoughts.
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I love being with him,
He makes life worth while.
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The years go by
And this change so fast.
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I reach out,
Grasping for yuou,
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I close my eyes/And I see your face./ I long to look deep/ Into those light brown eyes./ I want to kiss/ Those luscious lips./ I want to just lay/ In your arms/
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Lately I've been thinkin/ A lot about you/ More than I should be/ We're over and through/ But there's just somethin about you/ I can't let go of/ My head says l
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There are some things in life
That will never make sense.
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They're so unlike me,
So commercialized.
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Be prepared for the worst, but don't expect it to happen.
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I write this poem
For a sister of mine,
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There are two doors,
A guard in front of each.
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