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rely on me.
i'm yours.

Kimmii K.
Self obsessed.
If I can't be beautiful, I'd rather just die.
You think she's so good but she's a mess to boot
You don't really want to know me.

Pervert(s) who's planning to watch porn later

material.

I want The Trouble Ring by Boucheron.
I want The Trinity Ring by Cartier.
I want To travel to Venice.
I want To travel to Greece.
I want To return to the U.S.A.
I want Real Love.
I want To rule the world
I want To make them sorry.

not alone.





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Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Urgh.
I hate experiencing this emotion.
But I have no choice.
This sucks. Seriously manxzxcz

Bleeding releases pent up emotions.
Released in a tirade of crimson liquid.
Let go all at once in the madness of hurt and love.
Just like how crying conveys sadness.
Bleeding is an action to release.
And after that, we'll pretend everything's okay.
Like how it used to be.
And how it shall always be.

TELL ME!
YOU! BASTARD! I WANNA KNOW!
WHO AM I TO YOU!
I NEED TO KNOW!
TELL ME, YOU BASTARD!!

Let me enter your world.
Allow me to understand you.
Please, God, let me understand him.
I want to know him.
I want him to acknowledge me.
Please.
I said please.
Or allow me to let go of him.
Allow me to let go.
Please..

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