

the strangest days of my life.i. playing dead on the living room floor at the ripe old age of nine, kicking at the ceiling with dirtied toes and flailing limbs; my back arched-- you used to take me to gymnastics every once in a while and i always liked the way you’d stay to watch me tumble around on sticky foam mats. i always liked the way you shot me a gummy smile and continued to peer behind coke-bottle glasses. the telephone rang twice before my mother picked up and tore away at the arteries and passageways that were left in our tiny anatomy of a home. to the left of me, my mother criesthe strangest days of my life.


travels.then there i am, waving to you from that crusty toyota rolling away in front of your gaudy apartment complex. the window shade is dancing, laughing, shaking it's fist at me, and i am left once again to figure things out for myself.travels.
but for you and me, returning to normal is just as painful as saying "I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH NEVER NEVER LEAVE ME PLEASE DON'T."; the words aren't forming? my son, my son, you cannot leave me. you cannot leave me like this, look at me, look at my face, look at this shell of a woman.
then here i am again, i am here again, and there you are, in that rockin' chair, rockin'


whatever happened to him?i'm fighting this battle with myself; i'm fighting this battle with my razor while i'm shaking on the floor. good god, each dose was like heaven. it's like dying without feeling anything; my temporary death. i remember when he first introduced me to it, a sly look upon his face, "snort it if you want," he said, "but i inject". this wild eyes gleamed&we danced around with our minds in the sky&our bodies in the ground.whatever happened to him?
the experience was breathtaking, it was fucking blissful. my obsession, my darling. his body, his body, his beautiful body. good god, you know that i loved him like an addiction, right? i could have sworn the


The Last Songyou:The Last Song
truly do not understand how much it kills me to say goodbye to you. it'snotyourfaultit'snotyourfaultit'snotyourfuckingfault. it's mine for becoming so goddamn attached to you and those blissful nights we spent under the stars praying to something or someone for 2 tickets out of this place. anywhere, we screamed, anywhere. you once said that you'd love me forever and i guess that was a lie. the night we left each other's arms permanently was the day forever died. since then i heard you moved on and i guess that's the best thing to do for you. i would
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Man I haven't seen you in basically forever :C I was thinkin' about you and just thought I'd leave you a comment saying YOU NEED TO COME BACK CAUSE I MISS YOU LOTS
Hope you're doing awesometastic, and that maybe we'll all hear from ya soon.
Miss yew!
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<3
Sam
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i miss you so much. please grace us with your presence. <3
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we were young&dumb
but we still had fun
and i guess these things just tend to fall apart
hey baby...it's misha.i miss you so much jake...more than you could ever know.</3.i wish that we could talk so that i know that you're okay...i'm going crazy.well i have a new email address rainbowlez16@hotmail.com.e-mail me please.i just want to know that you're alright.i love you so incredibly much.you're always in my heart, j.always.<3.
love,
-me-
love always,
Erica
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jake, i miss you.
i feel like i'm talking to a gravestone now.
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we were young&dumb
but we still had fun
and i guess these things just tend to fall apart
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f*** you while you try to f*** me!
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could you return the support sometime?
have a great night
hope things go well in your life
hope to see you around da
and yes I read your journal
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Live with purpose,
don't purposely live life.
Life has a purpose,
and emotions have a goal,
Where the two meet is up the individual.
2 new quotes from 2008 from my :heart
for you my dear
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we need to talk. laff <4 ever
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i was running in circles,
i hurt myself
just to find my purpose.
everything was so worthless,
i didn't deserve this,
but to me you were perfect.
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Try leaving comments, or +faving, or + dev watching now and again. Stock manipulations also draw people to your gallery. Or heck click random deviant and send a note to whomever comes up.
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Sweetheart, you'll find mediocre people do exceptional things all
the time.
Oh, the ruin will do in your talented mind... could've been a genius if you'd had an axe to grind.
<33 always
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i was running in circles,
i hurt myself
just to find my purpose.
everything was so worthless,
i didn't deserve this,
but to me you were perfect.
and so are you, if the tonge is anything to go by.
<3
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asho scott:hey listen- all 4 of my parents (dad, mom, stepdad, stepmom) are alcholics- they used to even be abusive. but childrens services took care of that (fuck them). anyway, if you ever wanna talk, my email is systemchic2005@yahoo.com and if you wanna call me my # is 513-523-1766* love always---- Asho( ashley)
brianne: i told asho ure story.dont be all mad at me. asho is cool. i love u jake and if u ever get put up for adoption call me.
hell yah!
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