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Name: .:[*Sierra*]:. Location: Love Islands, Zimbabwe Birthday: 4/24/1990 Gender: Female
Interests: listenin to music like: modest mouse, pennywise, goldfinger, bad religion, blink 182. billie holiday, bessie smith, etta james, taking back sunday, rolling stones, two gallants (my sisters boyfrenz band) built to spill,MXPX, Violent Femmes, Michael Franti, NOFX, ashanti, eric clapton,The Doors, rancid, radiohead, The beatles, Trapt, red hot chilli peppers, the offspring, nelly, Marcy Playground,Pearl Jam, LL cool j, Sublime, Bob Marley, UB40,50 cent, N.E.R.D, T.I., Evanecense, Beyonce, Jay-Z, Pharcyde, Blackalicious, Spearhead, mya, ja rule, mystikal,nirvana, ludacris, 69 boyz, 2 live crew,504 boyz, bloodhound gang, and alot more but my fingerz r tierd... Expertise: you tell me... Occupation: Other Industry: Entertainment
Message: message meEmail: email me AIM: Fallen4you4565
Member Since:
3/25/2004
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| go to mai new site! i was sooo bored! i will prolly still use this one tho!
www.xanga.com/banana_cream_pye_iz_yummy | | |
| becoming scars, my cuts are deep. bottle opened, the pain released. i'm unable to hide, the rage i feel, the pain escaping, becoming real. while cuts heal over, and pain fades away, my cuts leave scars, and memories stay. in my mind, i see the pain. make the cut, renew the stain. my scars seal up, my memories. on my body, for all to see.
i actually wrote that poem, is it any good? if it's not i do not care. it means something to me.
mucho amor -me | | |
| My name is Misty,
I am but three.
My eyes are swollen,
I cannot see.
I must be stupid,
I must be bad.
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better,
I wish I weren’t ugly…
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I can’t speak at all,
I can’t do a wrong,
Or else I’m locked up
All the day long.
When I awake,
I am all alone,
The house is dark.
My folks aren’t home.
When mommy does come,
I’ll try and be nice,
So maybe I’ll get
Just one whipping tonight.
Don’t make a sound!
I just heard a car,
My daddy is back
From Charlie’s Bar.
I hear him curse,
My name he calls.
I press myself
Against the wall.
I try and hide
From his evil eyes,
I’m so afraid now
I’m starting to cry.
He finds me weeping.
He shouts ugly words.
He says it’s my fault
That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more.
I finally get free
And run for the door.
He’s already locked it,
And I start to bawl.
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken.
“I’m sorry!” I scream,
But it’s now much too late.
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate.
The hurt and the pain
Again and again.
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless,
Sprawled on the floor.
My name is Misty,
And I am but three.
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me. | | |
| hey everyonee! just ta let ya no i got majorly grounded n i won't be on for ever so ill update wen im off grounding....love ya all...! | | |
| How many licks does it take to get to the center of a ****?
hehe
boom boom boom, i want you in my room!
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