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something eaten it wasn't always for this diary, in fact, I was so much more often somewhere else in this lifetime, but this place has become too cool for it's britches (and it isn't even wearing any, biat ch ch ch chang, if you know what I mang), so I decided to make an entry here sort of like Christina Aguilera's Stripped (not, striped, zebra) wherein I am so full of myself that I get vulgar and yet still come (or appear to) across as innocence defiled or a reluctant slut probably due to inexperience or putting on the hip so bad just to fit in that it leaves holes in my nose... but anyway, I've decided to make this entry all about all of the many different ways people have found me on the web, or at least some of them... cuz I am beautiful cuz I am rapping about how beautiful I am, you know...
as you sex yourself the sins of your father come down from the shelf throw the book at you scratch the right places to leave wicked scars just when you thought you were good enough smart enough cool enough right enough damned you are fool for giving in damned you are mad for letting go damned you are wise for giving up that's what they'll tell you if you will listen that's what you will hear if you are damned by the walls around your heart around your mind around your soul it's alright it's ok to be afraid to lose control it sucks to be you when you're so damned afraid that you can not be real that you have to behave and your feelings are crushed leave a stain in the spot where you once were alive not you're only forgot most of the time there is more fear than feeling as you feel yourself so worried about how you're told to be how you're supposed to be you rebel violently secretly in your mind no one sees no wonder you're confused refused misused self-abused called every name in the book because you scare the crap out of them by moving the way you do remember Elvis was banned remember devil music was spurned remember the planet was turned and the world moved on remember Roland of Gilead remember before you were sad remember before it was bad to feel all you could feel secret nights of being real raw deal raw appeal last meal must I steal your attention with a flash of skin so you can overcome your age old lies so your sensuality can begin so you can see what's before your eyes without condemnation with every sensation without trying too hard to be devil or god just be yourself cool cat, bad dog just be yourself bump on a log just be yourself words on your shelf just be yourself trust your feelings to guide you not the ones who have lied to you trust your body to know truth not the ones who sold your youth take control of yourself and your soul bust your move find your groove take off the noose let yourself loose strip off the fear start being here before you're gone just carry on how can I make it more clear love it, love life, love me, love you love yourself before you disappear word?
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I love you all for coming... for reading all these words for every click feels like more love (I know that sounds absurd) if I could only tell you... one thing more tonight I'd say I wish you could come home with me and be my friends for life |