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Monday, March 10, 2008

♥ All my pain would be in yesterday

I'm sleepy now. My eye's closing. My leg's cramping. But I am still typinggggg.. Lullaby can really hypnotise. Sheep counting was a total crap when I couldn't even sleep.

I wanted to get a Sony Vaio in pink. It's cool alright. I don't care, by hook or by crook, I'm getting it. After that, I'll just dump this lousy laptop to my sis. Greaaaaaaaaaaat-o. After which, I must get myself a psp. 'Cause everyone's playing it. Seems fun though. It must be in pink, too. Anticipating. OH I MUST.

Rock a bye baby on the tree top,
When the wind blows the cradle will rock,
When the bough breaks the cradle will fall,
And down will come baby, cradle and all.

Wow, after this lullaby I will be sleeping so soundly.

G'nightey night.

Feeling like i can't forgive but i want to
It's like i don't know how to live i'm afraid to
I used to think take them as they come without hesitations no
Now it's like my head is filled with lies and persuasions
As the sun begins to fall i hear her calling out to me she's sayin' hurry it's one more day gone
What i wouldn't give just to forget
So i can remember how to live again
I wanna live again




3:01 AM



The♥Witch

ABRACADABRA
I'm real like that.

W for WENDY
Seventeen, SecondFeb.
She writes her stories on papers, To remind people of the timid her . Her expressive mind and delicate life, Problems come and they go within time. She takes her chances and waits, For everything to fall into place. Mistakes shall never be repeated twice, Move on quick and live on the life.

I ain't conceited, I'm just Awesome.
&This is my story.

It ain't so lively here.

Wendy Ashley




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