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Butterflies and knifes in the back Its His not yours not mine There’s nothing but hope here For all our time Time yes time again Just another mind Nothing seems of merit
Until you come to mine Its useless really thinking Of anything for us Its nothing worth anything We wont take that chance Just thinking of it It, meaning nothing to transpire Makes butterflies flutter quicker, Makes them start to expire Its all a beat For a fool Tripping over my
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- Current Residence: Jersey
- Interests: photography Music, music, and music :D
- Favourite band or musician: too many good things to be listened to to pick one
- Favourite genre of music: too much listened to to catagorize. sawy :p
- Favourite artist: not particularities (is that even a fckin word?)
- Favourite poet or writer: erm.. write more than i read.
- Favourite style of art: whatever keeps my intrest
- Operating System: Windows XP
- MP3 player of choice: NANO!!!! lol. named Armas thankya vry much lol
- Wallpaper of choice: meh idk. sumthin that\'ll inspire me
- Personal Quote: damn im indecisive
- Tools of the Trade: w/e is closer to me at the moment
- Website: http://www.myspace.com/mzis_awesome
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Everyone has a photographic memory. Some just don't have film.
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Debbie
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Im just a junkie preaching to the choir
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Noose around your neck, hanging from a tree
I love your broken neck, now choke yourself for me
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