"Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold."

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Hi my name is so and so, sometimes when i'm bored, i draw people in my head. I listen to music a lot but the best times are usually when i'm on the bus. I don't think many people know about me because I keep a low profile. On days when i'm upset, i paint my toe nails and red is my favourite color. I have white feet, they remind me of porcelain. My eyes resemble almonds and my lids look like define lines imprinted in clay. I wish I were somebody else, maybe superman perhaps, my red cape in the wind, ever so free. My blog is a collection of my perspectives, thoughts and emotions. I write when I write, what I write. Your critcism is not welcomed.
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time: 7:50 PM
date: Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Fuck, I told myself not t get affected. But this is SUCH a meaningless comment that I've t bitch. What SLUTTY, please, if some one (like normal people, during a competiton) asks you t dance, just do it. Like, if I didnt dance that time, it wouldve looked weird right? I just went up there and danced, I didnt flash my freaking number on the white screen, and write "I am a Slut, call me", or freaking strip myself. I was asked to dance, and I did it, I didnt wanna let people down, so I did it. Yeah its weird and all, but it was part of the competition. And it also depended on the song, for god's sake, broaden your mind. It was just Sexy Back, can you accept listening t that kind of song and dancing that kind of dance. Seriously, if it was some traditional thing, I would've done it too. I dont restrict myself, please, look further will you. Dance isnt just your perspective, its everyone else's too. I am so sorry that I didnt dance the way you wanted. Right.

I'm done and I DIDNT MENTION ANY NAMES.
God, I freaking wished you congratulations too, yo.