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Saturday, January 10, 2009
xigur0 nga kaxalanan co qng bakit wLa n xia..
n khet umiyak ac0,,
i will never change the fact that,,
i let him g0..
and now,,
i'm missing him badly...
please come back,,
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._me_.
♀mitch♀
michelle was the given name...17 years of age whose aim is t0 be appreciated... welcome to my domicile.
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things i love
>i really love to be alone
>dancing
>sound trip
>road trips
>hany
>strawberries and cream,, mocha frappuccino
>cream 0
>dark chocolate
..+this is how i value you,,
..the copycat killer and the princess
..followers..
it's never too late to patch up things
-ms. sagun
..me at 16
i know what i'm capable doing of
>best bestfriend in the whole galaxy,,
..♥..
I have done it again.
One year in every ten
I manage it----
A sort of walking miracle, my skin
Bright as a Nazi lampshade,
My right foot
A paperweight,
My face a featureless, fine
Jew linen.
Peel off the napkin
O my enemy.
Do I terrify?----
The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth?
The sour breath
Will vanish in a day.
Soon, soon the flesh
The grave cave ate will be
At home on me
And I a smiling woman.
I am only thirty.
And like the cat I have nine times to die.
This is Number Three.
What a trash
To annihilate each decade.
What a million filaments.
The peanut-crunching crowd
Shoves in to see
Them unwrap me hand and foot----
The big strip tease.
Gentleman, ladies,
These are my hands,
My knees.
I may be skin and bone,
Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman.
The first time it happened I was ten.
It was an accident.
The second time I meant
To last it out and not come back at all.
I rocked shut
As a seashell.
They had to call and call
And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.
Dying
Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well.
I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I've a call.
It's easy enough to do so in a cell.
It's easy enough to do it and stay put.
It's the theatrical
Comeback in broad day
To the same place, the same face, the same brute
Amused shout:
"A miracle!"
That knocks me out.
There is a charge
For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge
For the hearing of my heart----
It really goes.
And there is a charge, a very large charge,
For a word or a touch
Or a bit of blood
Or a piece of hair on my clothes.
So, so, Herr Doktor.
So, Herr Enemy.
I am your opus,
I am your valuable,
The pure gold baby
That melts to a shriek.
I turn and burn.
Do not think I underestimate your great concern.
Ash, ash--
You poke and stir.
Flesh, bone, there is nothing there----
A cake of soap,
A wedding ring,
A gold filling.
Herr God, Herr Lucifer,
Beware
Beware.
Out of ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.
-Sylvia Plath
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._i Am miChelLe j0yZce_.
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"don't let your hearts be troubled,, trust in me, and trust also in God"
john 14:1
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