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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.

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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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Monday, March 30, 2009

No turning back
A boon or a bane
Every night, death opens its mouth
Tangles its tongue and comes for me
No turning back.

Undesired?
Is it not love?
Forever abandoned
If there're no doubts and nothing to lose
To the freedom of being born.

Justice for dying
Who's the one who can't turn back?
I'm tired of all the excuses
You notice it only when flesh gets piled up on the cart
And when all the sides get blocked.
The ceremonial halls are a taste of sweet honey, right?
Watching it through the glass window, you never look away.
Auschwitz goes crazy in silence
I'll give you god.


We're playing a game of Charades.
But we're both acting out the words.
I can't win this game we're playing.
So it's best I don't reveal my answer.
I'll keep my secret while you keep yours.
In this eternal game of Charades.
Our little game for two :)

Nights.


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