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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 9:39 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2007 5:49 pm
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I sing to you about a young girl, this be your lullaby Good little lap dog she was, sweet as pumpkin pie At school the loner, the one who challanged their shallow thoughts But no one payed attention, no one saw how she was distraught One day she met another girl, an obession with suicide Oh but our little girl never tried, and the other one's habit subsuide Years later in high school our lap dog was broken and grown she drew a knife across here throat, sitting at home Not deep the cut, she cried and was about to do it once more when a song filtered through her radio, Good Charlotte, around four Snapping out of it, she showered and dressed, being a lap dog again And I continued to try, but only every now and then
What's the point of this? Nothing really, I was feeling poetic, and thought I'd tell you my secret, the first time I attmepted suicide. No one knows about it.....well guess now loads will know, huh?
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2007 5:56 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2007 6:01 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2007 7:28 am
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2007 9:08 am
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2007 9:17 am
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2007 11:29 am
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2007 12:15 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2007 12:30 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2007 12:54 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2007 3:42 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2007 3:47 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2007 6:01 pm
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