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Nish, a nervous wreck. Plationic love, words, designer garb and records. Make me a mixtape and I'll be yours forever.

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    • Wednesday, July 26, 2006

    I AM TIRED MENTALLY.

    I hold an image of the ashtray girl
    As the cigarette burns on my chest
    I wrote a poem that described her world
    That put my friendship to the test
    And late at night
    Whilst on all fours
    She used to watch me kiss the floor
    What's wrong with this picture?

    Farewell the ashtray girl
    Forbidden snowflake
    Beware this troubled world
    Watch out for earthquakes
    Goodbye to open sores
    To broken centre floor
    We know we miss her
    We miss her picture

    Sometimes it's faded
    Disintegrated
    For fear of growing old
    Sometimes it's faded
    Assassinated
    For fear of growing old

    DAMNIT.


    ♥ Sayonara.
    9:16 PM