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Tuesday, March 04, 2008

I'm lost

Heh. Blonde my hair again. Different shades. I like mannnnnn! Now I'm wanting for a total image change. I wanna go for nose and naval piercing next.

Gonna be busy from tomorrow onwards, cool. Nomore rotting at home. No, I don't want. I hate it.

Didn't get a good sleep yesterday either. Always the retarded bitch. I'm gonna turn in soon. :)

Why can't you put your ego down for once?
Yes, I tried drawing the distance. I failed.
Boy you didn't compromise. No, you didn't. Let alone trying, yeah?
Now it comes to this, unexpectedly.
I said I still love, I still miss.
I don't deny.
Prolly it's just a habit.
I started a spark, it ended up a fire.
I'm holding onto a hand so cold,
looking into an eye of much lies.

The eye that speaks a thousand words nomore.
Boy, I'm sorry for my willfulness.
I bet you would be happy. You will, right?
I appreciate for being so much loved.
Good-bye, my love.

Wendy.




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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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