March 31, 2010
By Anonymous

Watching my crush walk down the hall,
His hair hanging perfectly over his piercing blue eyes,
Surrounded by his mates and a bunch of girls,
They're the bad boys, the misfits.

I forgave him for smoking, i forgave him for sleeping around,
Whenever i talked to him i trusted him.
Then i got my shot, i got my chance,
I was willing to give myself up, to go bad and rebel

But he only wanted one thing,
He wasn't willing to give up anything,
He didn't even want me,
He wanted my body

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on Apr. 15 2010 at 6:59 am
hollychrystel BRONZE, Albany, Other
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Favorite Quote:
she hurts she laughs she cant feel a thing, she cares she loathes i feel everything

boys break hearts so why don't you break their necks

Thanks i was just writing from whats happened to me

on Apr. 13 2010 at 2:05 pm
Green8a8 SILVER, NY, New York
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Favorite Quote:
im the author of my life, unfortunately im writing in pen therefore i can't erase nothing about it.-by some crazy friend of mine

this is actually good 

its simple but some things are beter off just left like that 

i loved the story by the way 

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