May 31, 2005 02:47
Con una lagrima de fe sobre to piel.
La herida avierta, que dejo to amor,
Pero ese tipo de mirada que ay en ti
va a matarme, lenta mente
sin dolor no te haces feliz,
sin dolor no te haces feliz
sin amor, no sufres mas.
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s/c
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it should be forgotten but it's eating me up inside.
damn I need to talk to brenda, my non-judgemental friend
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inside i'm screaming and yelling so loud, it could make someone deaf
outside, a subtle face and silent agony. twisted smile of regret
and remorse, and all other feelings hence forth. I saw this study about suicide and what not and like depression, heres a fun fact. the smarter you are the most likely you are to develope those symptoms. How fucked up is that.
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s/c
been haveing a whole lot of naughty dreams lately, which only mean one thing, lady's beware. Joe's on the prowl. No, that's not a beer belly it's a gas tank for my love machine, lol. but seriously if you want to guey, then whatever guey. you know my number and if you don't just ask.
:::makes sexy face:: How you doin. laterz
-joe-
hugz and bloody kisses.