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Feb 21, 2005 18:01

Post and tell me anonymously:

1. One secret.
2. One compliment.
3. One non-compliment.
4. One love note.
5. Lyrics to a song.
6. How old you are.
7. How long we've been friends.
8. And a hint to who you are.

And I'll try and guess who you are.

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anonymous February 21 2005, 19:02:32 UTC
1. I believe that you will find the one for you, and that you will do wonderful things with your life when you want to.
2. You're an awesome friend.
3. You give up a bit too easily
4. Roses are read and violets are blue sugar is sweet and so are you
5. Inside Out- Eve 6

I would swallow my pride,
I would choke on the rinds,
but the lack thereof would leave me empty inside.
I would swallow my doubt, turn it inside out,
find nothing but faith in nothing.
Wanna put my tender heart in a blender,
watch it spin round to a beautiful oblivion.
Rendezvous, and I'm through with you.

I burn, burn like a wicker cabinet.
Chalk white and oh - so - frail.
I see our time has gotten stale.
The tick - tock of the clock is painful, all sane and logical.
I wanna tear it off the wall.
I hear words and clips and phrases,
I think sick like ginger ale.
My stomach turns and I exhale...

I would swallow my pride,
I would choke on the rinds,
but the lack thereof would leave me empty inside.
I would swallow my doubt, turn it inside out,
find nothing but faith in nothing.
Wanna put my tender heart in a blender,
watch it spin round to a beautiful oblivion.
Rendezvous, and I'm through with you.

So Cal is where my mind states,
but it's not my state of mind.
I'm not as ugly sad as you.
Or am I origami, folded up and just pretend.
Demented as the motives in your head...

I would swallow my pride,
I would choke on the rinds,
but the lack thereof would leave me empty inside.
I would swallow my doubt, turn it inside out,
find nothing but faith in nothing.
Wanna put my tender heart in a blender,
watch it spin round to a beautiful oblivion.
Rendezvous, and I'm through with you.

I alone am the one you don't know you need,
take heed, feed your ego.
Make me blind when your eyes close,
sink when you get close, tie me to the bedpost.
I alone am the one you don't know you need,
you don't know you need me.
Make me blind when your eyes close, tie me to the bedpost...

I would swallow my pride,
I would choke on the rinds,
but the lack thereof would leave me empty inside.
I would swallow my doubt, turn it inside out,
find nothing but faith in nothing.
Wanna put my tender heart in a blender,
watch it spin round to a beautiful oblivion.
Rendezvous, and I'm through with you.

6. 18
7. about two years
8. im your chauffer

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draco_star February 21 2005, 19:04:00 UTC
This isn't a hard one. It has to be JP. I just know it.

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