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Name: Lauren
Birthday: 3/8/1991
Gender: Female


Interests: A truly amazing cup of coffee, rain, writing, photgraphy, sparks
Expertise: Sitting awake at night, tracing the time between my breathing and connecting the stars.....
Occupation: Student
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Member Since: 10/28/2004

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Sunday, June 04, 2006

playground school bells ring

again


Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Nothing I hate more than a Liar.

 

he'll get what he deserves.


Thursday, January 12, 2006

Currently Listening
Fevers & Mirrors
By Bright Eyes
The Calendar Hung Itself
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The Calendar Hung Itself

Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning
when you start to raise your head?
And does he sing to you, incessantly,
from the space between your bed and wall?
Does he walk around all day at school,
with his feet inside your shoes?
Looking down every few steps
to pretend he walks with you?
Oh, Does he know that place below your neck
that's your favorite to be touched?
And does he cry through broken sentences like,
"I love you far too much"?

Does he lay awake listening to your breath?
Worried you smoke too many cigarettes?
Is he coughing now?
On a bathroom floor?
For every speck of tile
There's a thousand more
You won’t ever see
But most hold inside yourself
Eternally

Well, I drug your ghost across the country
And we plotted out my death
In every city, memories would whisper,
"Here is where you rest."

I was determined in Chicago
But I dug my teeth into my knees
And I settled for a telephone
Sang into your machine,

"You are my sunshine,
My only sunshine.
You are my sunshine,
My only sunshine."

And I kissed a girl with a broken jaw
That her father gave to her
She had eyes bright enough to burn me ;
They reminded me of yours
And in a story told, she was a little girl in a red-rouge, sun-bruised field
And there were rows of ripe tomatoes, where a secret was concealed
And it rose like thunder
Clapped under our hands
And it stretched for centuries
To a diary entry’s end
Where I wrote,

"You make me happy,
Oh, when skies are gray.
You make me happy
Oh, when skies are gray, and gray, and gray."

Well the clock’s heart it hangs inside its open chest
With its hands stretched towards the calendar hanging itself
But I will not weep
For those dying days
For all the ones who've left
There's a few that stayed
And they found me here
And pulled me from the grass
Where I was laid


Wednesday, January 11, 2006

Currently Listening
Catalyst
By New Found Glory
I don't wanna know
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You never cared....
I WANTED TO BE THE ONE WHO SCREWED YOU OVER!
I wanted to be the one who messed you up for life
I WANTED TO BE THE ONE WHO MADE YOU CRY AT NIGHT!
I wanted to be the one who danced in your dreams
I WANTED TO BE THE ONE TO TELL YOU I LOVE YOU!
I wanted to be the one to tell you I'd never let you down
I WANTED TO TELL YOU!
You didn't want to hear me
WHY WON'T YOU LISTEN TO ME?
Why can't you just listen for just a minute?
YOU HAVE NO CHANCE WITH HER!
You had a chance with me

This describes EXACTLY how we were... verbatim:
-Your eyes were covered in sunglasses
When they first met mine
I sat there and stared at you
You didn't seem to mind
The awkward ways we meet

First comes heavy breathing
Staring at the ceiling
What will happen next?
I don't wanna know

I never cared how I dressed before
But I cared that night
Anticipation ran through my bones
And my clothes never fit right
I can't wait til we meet again


Saturday, January 07, 2006

So im keeping a secret

 

You might see it on PostSecret sometime if you're lucky



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