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Waiting...Everyday I see my friends walk by Holding them close with their heads held high Walking around for all to see Why is it that everyone has a someone but me Her special someone is all that's shes got But that's ok because he loves her a lot He tells her she's beautiful he tells her she's fine I just want a someone that I can call mine I want a someone who will love me for me A someone who helps me be all I can be A someone with hugs and kisses to spare A someone who will always be there You'd be the person who would love me to call Even if it was just to talk talk bouWaiting...
by ~darkmemories89
Depressing Poem..Sitting alone in a corner crying Seriously thinking, thinking about dying Seeing him with that girl on his arm Was just enough to ring the alarm Then right then when I thought I was through I turned around and I saw you You came over said that it'd be ok You listened to every word that I had to say You reached over brushed away my tears As I told you about my deepest fears I thought I was over I thought I was through Then I turned around and I saw you He said that he loved me be true till we die I can't believe that all that was a lie I felt so alone I felt soDepressing Poem..
by ~darkmemories89
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- Current Residence: Home
- Interests: Sailing, singing, painting, sketching, sculpting
- Favourite movie: too many
- Favourite band or musician: too many
- Favourite genre of music: dont have one
- Favourite style of art: Pop Art
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- Personal Quote: Its raining in my heart like its raining in the city, What is this sadness that pierces my heart.
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