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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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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.

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Monday, March 09, 2009

So tired. This is my last post for the day.

What is a pity is that you'll never know
Because I'll never tell.
What is a pity is that maybe you felt the same way
But I'll never know
Because you'll never tell.
What is a pity is that perhaps we'll find out that we shared this same feeling
When it's too late.
But we'll never know
Because we'll never admit
Because we'll never tell
Until it's all too late.
What is a pity is that there was a possibility
That we could have spent our lifes together
But that possibility was diminished
Because we'll never tell
Because it was a secret too embarrassing
And one we would take to the grave.


♥ 10:37 PM