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Wednesday, July 16, 2008

♥ This is not your escape

Waking up in the morn with a slit in my throat.
I gave myself another reason not to attend lesson.
Skipping lessons can be so addictive y'know.
Laziness taken over me today.
I cancelled tuition this time.

However, staying at home wasn't fun.
My eyes gonna sore sore sore.
This screen isn't pretty yet I stared at it for freaking hours.

'Imma be on diet.
People always said I'm fat.
Some even said I look like 50 heavy.
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I couldn't help but ponder
Again.

Maybe we, Why don't we sit right here for half an hour
We'll speak of what a waste I am and how we missed your beat again

I swear we need to find some comfort in this run down place
To bridge the gap of this conscious state that we live in
I'm short on time

How come you try and fit the shape of what they tell you
But mostly what they show you
That brings us home
I pray for you to move on

At this rate we can't keep up but I sure can't just sit still
I'm taking back all the things I said
Keep me filled in, I swear I'll come

We walk alone back home

You're almost gone and I'm okay to give you time to be afraid
I still see your shadow but never your face again
I remember your presence

I hope to God you come down
I hope to God you can feel this now

I know there must be some way out of here and all of them will be
Waiting here

Could you just listen to me
Like you always do.

The picture perfect.
In a picture perfect scenery I've become a stick figure illustration.
Glass heart that rested in my chest has fallen and shattered.
I ain't phhhhat.
I'm just a giant standing at 1.6, 44 heavy.
Playing a melody singing your name.
To bridge the gap of this conscious state that we live in, I call for your name.
Truthfully I can't be the me that I've washed up to be
Blinded they find nothing another lust given in, another trust shut within.

I'm not here to accept their sings but I'm here to show them love within

I'm always me
'Cos you couldn't see what's in me.





11:06 PM



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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