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Wasted Paint"Why are you sad?" I heard her ask. "Because I'm a waste of paint." was his reply.Wasted Paint
A waste of paint... It made me think. Who was he to call himself a waste of paint? His color was so beautiful...
And pondering more I realized, Is there really such a thing? As wasted paint?
A bucket of paint covers a wall. But the wall is never as perfect As the color in the can.
And if you're a waste of paint, you are the p


RibcageRibs. The cage that protects the heart. But the thing about cages... Sometimes the bars are too far apart...Ribcage
Is that how you slipped in? Is that how you managed to get your grimy hands on my heart?
I never asked you to love me!!
But you did anyways.. Didn't I tell you I would tear your world apart!?
When one doesn't listen, one gets hurt...
Problem was... I loved you too... And now...
And now that cage is broken.
My love keeps reaching out for you and running into a brick wall. I know I made mistakes, but so did you.
| Hi Yeaah.. I'm going to do the same thing I did on myspace.. write an 'about me' for me, and I'll post it here, whether it's good or bad. |
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tha porkeypines luv cotton candy!
look! i chew -->
Haha! I'm chewing too!
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