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C H E R R Y :: P I E :: L O V E S :: M A Y O

TRAPPED IN * 1962 *i m i n a b a n d = b o b b y & t h e b a d t r i p s

i love speeding hundred miles an hour while sitting in the same spot for the last sixx hours.
im a petite blue eyed cuttie with a spicy temper. im very impulsive and spontaneous ill do absolutly anything at about anytime.
i will laugh till my heart stops pounding and explods in my chest.
im a sweetheart who cant sit still for more than two seconds.
i like to get high as a kite ... and smoke like a chimeney ... i drink black coffee to wake me up from my sombre days ... im very unusual ... i like to think of myself as unique , though i know everyone is unique , which makes us all the same : right ?
i know i wont live passed the age of eighteen because i want to leave an imprint on everyones lives so when i pass away they will remember how i was full of life and happy ... live life to the fullest ... never in vain.
NEVER REGRET THE THINGS YOU'VE DONE ... BUT THE THINGS YOU HAVE NOT YET TRYEDi love smilling its my favorite past time ... i also like to think of myself as a tease ... i never give into the temptations that are invited towards me .
: she chose to walk alone, though others wondered why
refused to look before her, kept eyes upwards towards the sky
she didnt have companions, no need for early things
only wanted freedon from what she felt were pupet strings
she longed to be a bird but she might fly away
she pitied every blade of grass for planted they would stay
she longed to be a flame that brightly danced alone
felt jealous of the steam witch made the air its only home
some say she wished to hard . some say she wished to long
but we awoke one autumns day to find that she was gone
the trees they say stood witness the sky refused to tell
but someone who had seen it said the story played out well
she spread her arms out wide, breathed in the break of dawn
she just let go of all she held ... and then she was gone: