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[rainbowgrrl387]

When you plan a month in advance to have people sleepover, and during that advance month, people keep adding themselves to the list of "spend-the-nighters," it's pretty damn depressing and tough when you finally figure out (that very night, might I add) that absolutely no one is staying. I'm so lonely. It is my last nite in town, and all I can do is cry. Not because I'm sad about leaving, but because I'm sad that some couldn't spend time with me due to work, and those that could... didn't. I wanted to spend this nite with the people that mean the most to me... ALL of them. I was prepared to argue with my parents to have 15 or 20 people stay, if that many cared to. But here I am, alone.

My heart is shattered to pieces, and no matter how much glue or love or duct tape or even rice you use... it will never be the same. It's broken, and in attempts to heal, it will leave scars for ALL to remember.

Always. I always get let down. I feel so blank. I am numb.

"A room with a hundred men
The design of a perfect blend
Identical strains of code
Dressed up in the fashion mode
The air I breathe
The blood that moves
My heart to mend
The mind of a mannequin
The look of the perfect twin
This army of confidence
Is an army of no defence
I walk through a no man's land
Come lend your creating hand
How I crave for identity
Come lend me your fantasy

I cry the tears of a clone."