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I’m filth. I really am. I have friends.. Real friends. But what do I do instead of talking to them? I sit on my computer for hours talking to the fake ones I have on chat rooms. I talk about sex and send fake, dirty pictures. I hate it. I hate them. I hate myself. But on there… I’m not a loser. I am pretty… I am someone.

Posted By KennedyVeree On 06.08.2012 @ 6:48 pm

Elastic. Itstarches it and streches until it snaps. What’s elastic in this world? Rubber bands.. Spandex.. Hey. Even underwear. But whatelse? People tend to believe my heart. They all think since I’m hard as stone the can just stretch and stretch my heart… But how long until it snaps in half? And I am left to bleed internally as they go to find Anoter elastic heart they can play with. Will they rember me? That girl who always seemed so stable. Until one day… She snapped. And no one heard of her again.

Posted By KennedyVeree On 08.10.2011 @ 7:29 pm