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*kiss on the cheek:Were friends <br />
*kiss on the stomach:I'm ready <br />
*kiss on the forehead:I hope were together forever <br />
*kiss on the temple:I like u <br />
*kiss on the neck:We belong together <br />
*kiss on the shoulder:I want you<br />
*kiss on the lips:I love you <br />
*playing arounded with your hair:Can't live with out you <br />
*holding hands:happyness <br />
*arms around waist:You are mine I need you <br />
*hug:I care <br />
*smiling at each other:I like you <br />
*wink: flirtation <br />
*looking around:Hiding true feelings <br />
*tender kisses on the side of the lips:Your smile <br />
*wetting your lips :Waiting for a kiss <br />
*teardrops:im lossing you <br />
*crys:I lost you <br />
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Name:(enter name here)<br />
Favorite color:Anything neon with black<br />
Favorite band:Anything but country<br />
Favorite type of movies:Horror and musicals<br />
Favorite movies:Silent Hill,Sweeny Todd,Spirited away and more<br />
Favorite show:Anything that doesnt suck<br />
Interests:Vengence on someone who hurt me,computer,music,singing,reading,fucking around with my friends<br />
Favorite animal:Lion<br />
People who must die:Miley Cyrus,Jonas Brothers,Paris Hilton,God and who ever is reading this.<br /><br />
What type of Fae are you?<br />
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("Look at me....I'm burning...." wink <br /><br /><br />
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(song)Sic transit Gloria glory fades-Lyrics-(I dont know I just like the words)<br />
Keep the noise low. <br />
She doesn't wanna blow it. <br />
Shaking head to toe <br />
while your left hand does "the show me around." <br />
Quickens your heartbeat. <br />
It beats me straight into the ground. <br />
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You don't recover from a night like this. <br />
A victim, still lying in bed, completely motionless. <br />
A hand moves in the dark to a zipper. <br />
Hear a boy bracing tight against sheets <br />
barely whisper, "This is so messed up." <br />
<br />
Upon arrival the guests had all stared. <br />
Dripping wet and clearly depressed, <br />
he'd headed straight for the stairs. <br />
No longer cool, but a boy in a stitch, <br />
unprepared for a life full of lies and failing relationships. <br />
<br />
(Up the stairs: the station where <br />
the act becomes the art of growing up.) <br />
<br />
He keeps his hands low. <br />
He doesn't wanna blow it. <br />
He's wet from head to toe and <br />
his eyes give her the up and the down. <br />
His stomach turns and he thinks of throwing up. <br />
But the body on the bed beckons forward <br />
and he starts growing up. <br />
<br />
The fever, the focus. <br />
The reasons that I had to believe <br />
you weren't too hard to sell. <br />
Die young and save yourself. <br />
The tickle, the taste of... <br />
It used to be the reason I breathed <br />
but now it's choking me up. <br />
Die young and save yourself. <br />
<br />
She hits the lights. <br />
This doesn't seem quite fair. <br />
Despite everything he learned from his friends, <br />
he doesn't feel so prepared. <br />
She's breathing quiet and smooth. <br />
He's gasping for air. <br />
"This is the first and last time," he says. <br />
She fakes a smile and presses her hips into his. <br />
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides. <br />
He's holding back from telling her <br />
exactly what it really feels like. <br />
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He is the lamb, she is the slaughter. <br />
She's moving way too fast and all he wanted was to hold her. <br />
Nothing that he tells her is really having an effect. <br />
He whispers that he loves her, <br />
but she's probably only looking for... <br />
<br />
(Up the stairs: the station where <br />
the act becomes the art of growing up.) <br />
<br />
So much more than he could ever give. <br />
A life full of lies and a meaningful relationship. <br />
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides. <br />
He waits for it to end <br />
and for the aching in his guts to subside. <br />
<br />
The fever, the focus. <br />
The reasons that I had to believe <br />
you weren't too hard to sell. <br />
Die young and save yourself. <br />
The tickle, the taste of... <br />
It used to be the reason I breathed <br />
but now it's choking me up. <br />
Die young and save yourself. <br />
<br />
Up the stairs: the station where <br />
the act becomes the art of growing up. <br />
<br />
The fever, the focus. <br />
The reasons that I had to believe <br />
you weren't too hard to sell. <br />
Die young and save yourself. <br />
The tickle, the taste of... <br />
It used to be the reason I breathed <br />
but now it's choking me up. <br />
Die young and save yourself. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
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the name of
this story will
be "chasi
ng dreams"
^_^ i hope you
like, its my
first time - [ikuto love s...
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- tina yepuddaH - 04/11/2009
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so rude!
just try to look at yourself first before others...
ur so rude.....cruel...T______T - Report As Spam