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stillinnocent -> I want to run away to a place (10/22/2004 11:23:02 AM)
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I want to run away to a place with a schedule planned
minute by minute, where no one
fucking copies me and liking Ashlee Simpson
is not passe.
(I swear, that girl writes songs about me.)
To a place where bruises are mood rings. Purple means bad. I want to run
away to a place where boys are always
playing with my hair and yet where they mean absolutely
nothing.
A kiss is worth zilch, diamonds are a girls best friend. STOP
TOUCHING ME.
How about you go away? That sounds good; have a nice day. I'm an angry girl with a
Christian smile pryaing
WHY HAVEN'T YOU SAVED ME?!
I'll hold my head up high, go to cheerleading practice,
smile and giggle
and make out with Tom
God, help me to forgive Tom. Make me less ugly,
less hideous.
How can I serve You like this?
Love me, love me,
love me. I love You.
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