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Name: Skye
Gender: Girl
Age: 15
Birthday: 3/15/90
Location: Smalltown Hell
Ethnicity: Skinny White Girl
Likes: Loser music, her inner prep, the Macarana insanity, being interesting
Dislikes: Stupid people, boring things, Severus Snape.
Aim: BeautifulManiac7
Email: Quizzler25@yahoo.com

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Useless words, full of empty meanings and poisoned promises. None of this is true, but none of it is a lie. It's just...mine.

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Titled: Apprehension
Created By: X_angawhomps for CB
Programs Used: Adobe Photoshop CS, Adobe ImageReady CS, Microsoft FrontPage 2002
Credits: Image from Aethereality
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
Joke me something awful just like kisses on the necks of "best friends"
We're the kids who feel like dead ends
And I want to be known for my hits, not just my misses
I took a shot and didn't even come close
At trust and love and hope
And the poets are just kids who didn't make it
And never had it at all
And the record won't stop skipping
And the lies just won't stop slipping
And besides my reputation's on the line
We can fake it for the airwaves
Force our smiles, baby, half dead
From comparing myself to everyone else around me
Please put the doctor on the phone 'cause I'm not making any sense
Blame everyone but me for this mess
And my back has been breaking from this heavy heart
We never seemed so far
I'm hopelessly hopeful, that you're just hopeless enough
But we never had it at all
And the record won't stop skipping
And the lies just won't stop slipping
And besides my reputation's on the line
We can fake it for the airwaves
Force our smiles, baby, half dead
From comparing myself to everyone else around me
to everyone else around me
everyone else around me
everyone else around me
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