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Name: Yosef-san
Birthday: 2/16/1990
Gender: Male
Interests: fighting, girls, blood, girls, swords, girls, cars, girls, games, girls, and did i mention girls?
Expertise: alot of things you wouldnt guess and some other things for da ladies((but those r restricted to a luky few))
Occupation: Student
Industry: Nonprofit
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AIM:  Japskyline08
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Member Since:
6/13/2004
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| the mind may be like a sponge, and suck up all informtation.
but the heart is like a lightbuld, pertruding illumintation.
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| pain antisipated to hurt so bad, broken trust beyond comprehention. but yet the pain feeling of a burdon relieved, why do i still feel like these split personalities? how can this pain hurt so well? how can my mentality split in two? how can my feelings tell me this is heaven... yet still hell? Why do my hearts burn in sensation? how can it be broken and still one composition... i am broken, yet i am whole once again... i am shamed, yet honored by my pain.
The a.c.s.
SID
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| the finger prints on the windows,
the little notes in your pocket,
the small smiles and hugs as you leave,
the things that prevent you to cock it.
so many times you'll repeat a certain phrase,
so many times it will be stabed back to your face,
with all these little things stacking,
how are you not a discrace.
the confusion of these small piles,
the edges starting to merge,
soon one very small mound,
please don't let this mountain purge.
the anoying repeated questions,
the refused critisism,
the scatered mind of thought,
the idiotic cynicisem.
the things that stack up,
the things that fill up this cup,
the things that agrivate this pup,
are the things that keep this relationship up.
Joe
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| the skin so pale,
the life so frail,
why is the glass so murky,
so i cant see what lies within.
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| They hold our hearts with the prongs of lust,
our very days with the presence of love.
their very actions may light us aflame,
but still our minds put them above.
Even when they cheat us and stab us,
bleed us and torment us,
our hands still reach out,
they beg to forgive us.
but are we the ones who cause these issues?
are we the demon within?
are we the inner inteligence,
that send mixed messages even to its kin?
are we the one to truely blame here,
or are they the ones to acuse?
can we actually do this argument?
Or is this all just some lousy excuse?
Can i live here without this shit?
can i find my way out?
maybe this is just a dream...
and i need a creativity draught.
Can anyone here besides my reched soul,
actually identivy who i speak?
my mind so deminted and tourtred,
the past atempts to repeat...
Joe
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