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Is It Funny.

Isn't it funny that when you go to the shops with your friends, you look down at the girl with black jeans and studs, but smile at the girl wearing a mini with a t-shirt that barely covers anything? Isn't it funny you can change your music taste to impress a guy, but when it comes to a girl who likes her own music and her own style, you give her a mouthful? ISN'T IT FUNNY that a guy can get away with being a gangsta, but the emo gets a mouthful from everyone? Are you laughing? Isn't it funny a emo can be quiet all through the week but gets more shit from everyone than the girl who sleeps around and sells her virginity? ISN'T IT FUNNY that you dont mind your friends drinking or smoking, but the minute someone mentions emo music you can give them a lecture on melodramatic teenage outcasts? I'm not laughing. IT'S SO FUNNY that you and your friends can make a girl's life hell and not know anything about the silent battle she might be fighting. ISN'T IT FUNNY that you can call emos, punks, and goths the retards, but still manage to get through your day without an inch of guilt in your heart. HOW YOU CAN CALL A GIRL A POSER, HOW CAN YOU SAY "YOU'RE NOT EMO" OR "ATTENTION SEEKER" WITHOUT SPENDING A SECOND TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHY THERE ARE CUTS ON HER WRISTS AND WHY SHE SPENDS HER LUNCHTIMES CRYING INSTEAD OF LAUGHING WITH HER FRIENDS? KEEP ON LAUGHING! Isn't it funny you can say and do all this without any idea of what is going on in this person's life, without knowing her situation with her friends or her family or her life?

BRAVE ISNT GOING UP ON STAGE AND STRIPPING. BRAVE IS NOT SAYING A SPEECH OR DUMPING YOUR BOYFRIEND. BRAVE IS GOING TO SCHOOL ON MUFTI DAY AND NOT FOR A SECOND CARE WHAT THE WHORES AROUND YOU ARE SAYING ABOUT YOUR CLOTHES. IT'S LISTENING TO YOUR OWN MUSIC AND BEING PROUD OF IT. IT'S GOING THROUGH EVERY DAY WITH THE THINGS PEOPLE SAY TO YOUR FACE AND BEHIND YOUR BACK AND YOU STILL KEEP QUIET ITS KNOWING WHAT YOUR "FRIENDS" ARE SAYING ABOUT YOU AND STILL CALLING THEM YOUR FRIENDS. BRAVE IS KNOWING THAT TOMOROW ISN'T A BRIGHT AND HAPPY FUTURE, IT'S ANOTHER DAY OF BITCHING AND DODGING RUMORS. KEEP ON LAUGHING. If you agree put this in your blog.

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Gone

One day,
Some-one holds this page,
Says that it’s a shame I’m gone.
Throws it away.

Or keeps it as a souvineer
Until their counted hours are done.
It is thrown away.

…

And the book that I bought today
And disappeared in, noon till night,
rots.

The hearts that mine’s run off to play with,
Laughed with, cried for, been amazed with
stop.

You,
After a lifetime of collecting
All your great truths and beliefs,
And I have toiled to sell you mine,
You fade behind
The sands of time.

All the loves who’ve held our hands.
All the tired,
Working all their lives to understand –
Lost.

And all those who remembered
All those who remembered you –
Gone.

One day
I am gone.

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They Never Know

You ease the pain by putting your heads on but you cannot please them

Ocean of tears when you feel empty that is hidden

No one can blame why we exist different from others

GOD put us in a test to call him every now and then

Life is too expensive and free to enjoy

Let yourself feel the bitterness and happiness

From thereon you will never know

That someday,somehow you will be known

As one of the greatest friend until dawn

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Let's Go Back

Let's go back
Back before there was such a thing as 'Us'
Before we spent the night in each others' arms
Back to innocence
To when our only cares
Were of who's turn it was to play Sonic
And who could hold their breath the longest
Back to before we cared about love, sex, or the future
Before we lost touch
Let's change it that we don't
If we don't lose each other, we can't reunite
There wouldn't have been that night
You wouldn't have looked at me like that
You wouldn't have felt that sudden lust
And I wouldn't have fallen for it
I'd have just seen the same old you
And you wouldn't have even thought twice about looking back at me
But, alas, we cannot change time
What's done is done
And you know something,
I'm glad.

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Beautiful Disaster

The eerie, morbid feelings
That plague her every day
Come alive each night so vivid
Leading her hopes astray

Running from the demons
As her legs resemble lead
For no matter how hard she tries
They dwell within her head

Making her world seem helpless
It's more than she can take
A simple loss of reasoning
Whether she's asleep or she's awake

And the blade feels cold & rigid
Against her skin so frail
For despite determination
She tries to no avail

Suddenly feeling comfort
As the blood begins to drip
She succumbs to the temptation
Completely losing her grip

And she wishes she could stop
As the red flows so much faster
But she knows that there's no hope
For such a beautiful disaster

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