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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.

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Wednesday, July 08, 2009

Death.

It's not permanent. It's not even real.
If death was real, we wouldn't cry.
There won't be memories left for us to shed tears over.

Michael, why didn't you stay?

Still.
I cannot believe it.
It's all over the news, the television's airing your memorial service.
Still.
My heart refuses to accept that you've gone.

I'll take that you've gone on a long vacation, where you would finally be able to find your lost childhood.
A happy childhood.
A happy life.
A place where you won't be lonely, and a place where you are accepted.

Nobody will ever, ever replace you.
Michael Jackson, I miss you and you'll remain with us forever.

Close your eyes,
Take my hand.
Let's go to Never Ever Land.


♥ 11:09 PM