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The Day When Liberty CriedSeptember 11 2001 was the day when liberty cried, the day when thousands died. September 11 2001 was the day when freedom ceased, as America mourned the desceased. September 11 2001The Day When Liberty Cried
was the day the great flag bowed her grreat head
in respect for 9-11 dead September 11 2001 was the day terror became evident, as the angels that protected were sent september 11 2001 was the day God welcomed into heaven the souls of 9-11 sepptember 11 2001 was the day when liberty cried when the bands that held us together were tied. Am
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- Current Residence: my own little world
- Interests: music-any type of rock,swimming,soccer,writing poems
- Favourite movie: to many to put
- Favourite band or musician: system of a down
- Favourite genre of music: rock
- Favourite artist: Chelsea Cookson
- Favourite poet or writer: my friends
- Favourite photographer: unknown
- Favourite style of art: anime/manga
- Operating System: ok then
- MP3 player of choice: i think I'll stay with cd's
- Shell of choice: me gonna go now
- Wallpaper of choice: *runns away very fast*
- Skin of choice: me not gonna say
- Favourite game: MORTAL COMBAT
- Favourite gaming platform: ps2
- Favourite cartoon character: you care why?
- Personal Quote: the world is like a poem...at any moment it can change...and just as fast it can end....
- Tools of the Trade: pecil,paper
- Email: raywoowoo@yahoo.com
- AIM: hypergreendayfan
- Yahoo: raywoowoo
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WHAT IS LOVE?
Baby don't hurtt mee, don'tt huurrtt meee noo moreee.
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WHAT IS LOVE?
Baby don't hurtt mee, don'tt huurrtt meee noo moreee.
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WHAT IS LOVE?
Baby don't hurtt mee, don'tt huurrtt meee noo moreee.
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me very afraid
98% of the teenage population does or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2% who hasn't, copy & paste this in your signature.
As I lay screaming
All alone in the dark
Do you hear me?
Do you fear me?
Do you care?
As I lay crying
All alone in the dark
Can you hear me?
Can you fear me?
Can you care?
As I lay dreaming
All alone in the dark
Do you see me?
Do you need me?
Do you care?
As I lay dying
All alone in the dark
Will you miss me?
Will you kiss me?
Will you care?
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me very afraid
98% of the teenage population does or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2% who hasn't, copy & paste this in your signature.
She screams, "Please don't let go, don't drop me into the moat."
"Sorry, little princess, but this fairy tale is over. I never,"
You paused, those words you were about to say were the hardest ever.
Perhaps you did love her but she hurt you so,
Betraying you behind your back and hitting you low.
Her electric blue eyes were tempting you -
You shook your head and said, "No, not you."
She made hard attempts to get away from your clutch,
But she took a too many steps forward, just too much.
Her throat got caught on the fast sharp blade -
Cutting her neck, bleeding her, making her fade.
Her eyes turned black and her life was gone.
You dropped her on her final plea; her final dawn.
"This was no fairy tale," you whispered quietly.
"This forever will be told of you having misbehaved chivalry."
You looked at her float in the murky water below.
She was bleeding for you, this is what she had to owe.
You climbed down the stairs, down the castle hallways.
Twisting and turning, trying to get out of this maze.
You finally reached the exit and then walked out.
Leaving behind all the memories in much doubt.
Forever you have sinned, killing one in your hands.
Forever wearing this on your face, forever on your bands.
this was no fairy tale... ♥
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me very afraid
98% of the teenage population does or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2% who hasn't, copy & paste this in your signature.
She screams, "Please don't let go, don't drop me into the moat."
"Sorry, little princess, but this fairy tale is over. I never,"
You paused, those words you were about to say were the hardest ever.
Perhaps you did love her but she hurt you so,
Betraying you behind your back and hitting you low.
Her electric blue eyes were tempting you -
You shook your head and said, "No, not you."
She made hard attempts to get away from your clutch,
But she took a too many steps forward, just too much.
Her throat got caught on the fast sharp blade -
Cutting her neck, bleeding her, making her fade.
Her eyes turned black and her life was gone.
You dropped her on her final plea; her final dawn.
"This was no fairy tale," you whispered quietly.
"This forever will be told of you having misbehaved chivalry."
You looked at her float in the murky water below.
She was bleeding for you, this is what she had to owe.
You climbed down the stairs, down the castle hallways.
Twisting and turning, trying to get out of this maze.
You finally reached the exit and then walked out.
Leaving behind all the memories in much doubt.
Forever you have sinned, killing one in your hands.
Forever wearing this on your face, forever on your bands.
this was no fairy tale... ♥
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me very afraid
98% of the teenage population does or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2% who hasn't, copy & paste this in your signature.
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