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And You and Me are NothingI am not  
Special  You can be happy  
You masochist  To some  I many not look  Perfect  Since I am not  And people look at me  
With Rage  
Fear  Do not believe  
What you hear  Really  And Who are you  
To tell me  
How to  
Act  
Who to  
Be  How to  
Feel  Do not  
Expect me to  
Dress like a  
Whore  And stand on a  
Street corner  
Or defy the rules  Which I have  
Built around me  Because I am  
Different  
I am  
Me  
Pop your pills  
Drink your whisky   And You and Me are Nothing
by ~xwisher
...None of us are virgins because life has fucked us all. It’s twisted; psychotic ways have suffocated us, pulling us down to its vapid level. And what is so wrong with seeing the sins? Shall we taunt death - trying to defy it with our assumption that “I will be able to try again tomorrow” or joust with life’s sharp painful corners? We were not doomed to failure from the start; however, we have pressed ourselves to a boundary we are not prepared for.  Is this not fortuitous? Life has given us guns, violence and war, but we learned deal with complex employment each other. It has shown us sheer envy and greed yet we h ...
by ~xwisher
I Miss YouYou lied to me. You told me you would be around. You told me you would live to be 100 years old. I believed you. How foolish am I? My tears and grieving have not helped me. I feel like I have been pierced in the heart. I still tremble from remembering when I was first told about your decease. I remember the words “I’m sorry” – but those words do not mean a thing without you. Enough with the sympathy cards and hugs – it is stupid. I go to bed every night and wish I could say goodbye to you. I wish I could just sit and talk to you. It all happened so quickly. I loved you. No, I still love you. But it is not the same. I I Miss You
by ~xwisher
Ourself.Who really cares about ones decision? If it be to have pink hair, be homosexual it should be ones decision and they should not be penalised on their choice. I find it stupid when a rumour is spread around about someone over the most unintelligent things when no one knows the truth. For whom are we without our integrity? Who are we to loathe a person for something irrelevant to ourselves? We dwell in a world where the daring person is afraid to say something about themselves. At which point will we apprehend our mistakes? After the jump? After the interment? It will be too late then. So why do we do it? To feel empower? We should be able to be Ourself.
by ~xwisher
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Rhetorical1.) Why is it called a "safety pin"? Yes, it has a capping device, but, truly, tell me, what's so safe about a sharp pointy object?   
2.) Why is it that people are infinite times more likely to say something about public displays of affection than they are about public displays of abuse? I mean, how many couples have gotten in trouble for kissing or hugging? How many times have we all seen a mother swearing at her two year old, a boyfriend beating his girlfriend? Now, how many times have we lowered our eyes and said nothing? I've done it. Why is kissing less acceptable than violence? Which is setting a worse example? Would you rath Rhetorical
by ~x-TheBasicFlaw-x
untitled musical tone poemInk stained guitar pick,  otherwise pumpkin orange,  used by my brother  to conjure a magic melody.   
My well worn drumsticks  accompany with a tapped  out rhythmic arrangement,  complimenting mi hermano  
as he plucks from ether regions  a sonorous symphonic movement.   
Unified, our separate contributions  
are made as a whole, in unconscious manner,  a coming together.     untitled musical tone poem
by ~bd5000
The boyI see how she hurt him,  
how she made him cry.   
How she used him up,  dried him out,  and made him want to die.   
How she made him beLIEve so truly,  oh! how she loved him so!  Then kicked him out, all alone,  into the icy snow.   
His eyes tell sad, sad, stories,  of all her hate and betrayal.  how she kissed him deeply with passion,  then broke him with her hail.   
How she promised him forever,  and only gave him a goodbye.  Took away his smile,  and never stopped to wonder why.   
She always sleeps well at night,  dreams The boy
by ~surreal-wonderland
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He left the building

Thu Sep 17, 2009, 2:06 PM
And he is not coming back, so get over it.

No I do not give a damn about Patrick Swayze. I also do not care about kanye west insulting talor swift.

In a long never ending mind block.
Life still a bitch, but better than before.
Going to a book store tonight, wanna recomend me a book or two ?

My school thinks I`m a pyro, but they don`t seem to care. Cool teachers. Hot people. Still, unchallenged in english class and there is no AP classes. I am bored in strings and theroy. I have to do Chamber Strings, wee, eh. School is a total joke.



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Name: Irene

Height: Five seven. And a half !

Birthdate: October

Age: thirteen almost fourteen

Favorite Bands [in no order]: ahh too many. Um... Bring me the Horizon, Beneath the Sky, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Darkthrone, T-Rex, Herbie Hancock, Charles Mingus, I Set My Friends On Fire, Journey, Meshaggah, NOFX, Porno for Pyros, Lamb of God, Sublime, The Used.. Yeah I listen to horrible music.

Movies: Spaceballs, Suicide Club, Orphan. I don't watch movies.

Religious Views: Agnostic, I guess.

Likes: Music, Sharp objects, Fire, Photography, Music, Girls, Boys, msn, Ties, Bows, Converse, Walking, Coke Zero, Music, etc..

Dislikes: Coke, Dresses, Skirts, Meat, homophobes, when my headphones break, haters, stereotypes, posers, cell phones, etc..

About me: I'm the girl at the back of the class blasting music drowning out the teacher. I'm the girl that is not afraid to speak her mind. I'm the girl that is a poser. I am the girl that is scared to grow up. I'm the girl that has been hurt too many times.

If your going to call yourself emo, scene, punk don't bother me. Lables are for soup cans. Call me emo, I don't care. Call me a bitch, yes I am. Call me a fag, no I am not a cig. Got it ? Good.

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Mood: Peaceful ~X-PorcelainDoll-X Nov 23, 2009, 6:40:39 PM
Heyy Sweetiie. It's me, Sarah. I didn't know you had a deviantART account?!? I love this site...

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♪♫♪ Music & Rhythm ♪♫♪
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~xwisher Nov 25, 2009, 5:20:44 PM
Hey hun. I do, I don't go on much. Most of my writing lately has turned into "I LOVE ROSS" (well, the beginning of school anyways.)

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I'll never tell him
He will never know.
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~surreal-wonderland Nov 14, 2009, 8:11:55 AM
Hey Sexy, whats up???

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Surreal_wonderland.


Love like winter
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~xwisher Nov 16, 2009, 10:22:15 AM
oh hey. Nothing much. Got swine and I was @ urgent care from 9-4. I had like IV's in me because they though I could have died because I had almost no water in me. Which kinda sucks. You ?

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~surreal-wonderland Nov 16, 2009, 1:16:19 PM
AWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!
OMG!!!!! ARE YOU OK??????

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Love like winter
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~xwisher Nov 16, 2009, 1:33:04 PM
I'm fine.

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~surreal-wonderland Nov 16, 2009, 1:41:54 PM
ok

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Love like winter
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~ibelieveinnargles Sep 14, 2009, 5:18:22 PM
hiie
i love your poem "Glass".
:)
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~xwisher Sep 15, 2009, 1:13:32 PM
hows you ?
thankyous.

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I'll never tell him
He will never know.
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