

Am I Lovable Yet? I lean over the porcelain bowl as I gently pull my hair back to keep it out of my face and to prevent getting it dirty. I take my pointer and middle finger of my right hand and stick them into my mouth, reaching as far back as possible. I have done this many times, so I am used to the sour taste, bitter and warm, that always follows. My heart starts to beat rapidly and my eyes tear up. You are not aware, of course, that I'm doing this right now. You do, however, know that I do this. But right now, you're probably too busy talking to her to even carAm I Lovable Yet?
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the only thing I'm good at is running into doors
and some other stupid things
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Professor: They pick on me at work, and they call me square!
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Behold your master! Craig McCracken!
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Professor: They pick on me at work, and they call me square!
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Behold your master! Craig McCracken!
please check out my galls!
BeeMacca
I can relate to a lot of your poetry, sadly. Great job though!
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[Insert witty, sarcastic comment here]
I'm so tight, emo kids wear me as pants...
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(:
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You will never be strong enough
You will never be good enough
You were never conceived in love
You will not rise above
Evanescence "Lies"
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