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the last sunset

This is..
Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Most Emo-est (yes, it's that redundant) Poem You Will Ever Read.

Cut, cut cut cut, cut.
Cut? Cut cut, cut cut cut.
Cut cut cut cut?
CUT!

Cut cut cut! Cut, cut?
Cut cut cut cut,
Cut cut cut, cut, cut, cut.
Cut cut cut, cut cut cut?!

CUT, CUT CUT CUT!!
Cut cut, cut cut cut cut?
Cut, cut cut cut.
Cut cut. CUT!
Cut cut cut CUT?!

Bleed.


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Die emo people, DIE! Eat pie or something, be flouncy/flossy/whatever, GOD, just don't spread the depression all around. I'm saying it like it's a disease or something XD

And yes, I do understand the EMO language. Sort of. Maybe. Not really. Ah, to hell with it.

I bored. Meep.

smiled at the sun again @ 8:21 PM,




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