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  my french toast phobia

  24 Favorite Artists

  23, Female

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  Social Task (OFfiCiaL)

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  34, Male

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  Music is life

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  22, Female

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  Ashlee Legit O'Connell [Offline!]

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  16, Female

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Well, let's see, my name is Katie, but you can call me w/e you like [unless it's a bad name!] i'm 17, i'll be 18 in october, hehe. I pretty much get on here everyday now, so i'll respond pretty fast to anything, and I'll most likely get along with you =] I have the most Amazing boyfriend you could ever ask for, his name is Alan, no one could replace him!! I hope to spend the rest of my life with him♥ And I have the best friends you could ask for!! I recently got interested in writing, so i'll have some stuff below here, and tell me what you think!! and if so, give me some pointers on how to do better, i'm not so good...I also love to play the guitar, I'm actually learning an alesana song at the moment, it's amazing!! If you get a chance to, please write to me =] i love to talk!! And if you're struggling with anything, I will try to help you as best as I can, I'd love to help. The Absolute Efface Please take me from this desolate place. My perception of the circumstances become more and more clear. Although I'm still trying to fit the pieces of this scattered puzzle. There are times I am filled with agony and fear. Here, I sometimes feel reticent to sharing what I think and really feel, like wearing a muzzle. Only 'you' can bring out the person inside of me that they have so long tried to trace. The despondency can sometimes be imperceptible, but you can discern the anxiety I go through. It's Too Late I don't want to break your heart but you're breaking mine now just take a step back And let me leave I can't take this anymore I don't know what to do with this you've run me down I don't know what to think or what to say You're so afraid to loose me you keep pushing me away but you can't see the awful truth you've already lost me Disregarding what I've done right It doesn't matter now It's too late In your eyes, nothing is right You can't erase the past It's already been done Hit and Run They say you can't be who you want to be But in your heart you know what is true You'll never agree When it's all said and done You wait for the cue Then hit and run Turning Tables Like a swarm of angry bees, they quarrel and get caught up in the midst of nothing. You can't see it coming, like a storm in the night, but you can hear it coming. The tables start to turn, they can't see it coming, nor can they hear it. But you'll be gone in a flash, the lightening in the storm, the stolen honey from the bees. Ha Ha! The Downfall She wants to disappear into the sunrise of new beginnings. This constant feeling of disconnection has made her inanimate. The wish to release this bleak exasperation progresses like an ever growing sponge in water. In his heart he's screaming to be heard, to be correctly understood. But he can't seem to find the words to express it enough to make the right impact. The results are devastating, they'll forget their dreams and desires just for one more day. Who can stop this pattern? Who can save them?