gogogirl's Journal

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  • I give up!

    by gogogirl on April 11, 2012
    Goodbye world! Time to go!
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  • Baby.

    by gogogirl on March 12, 2012
    You can have whatever you like,
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  • So sick...

    by gogogirl on February 29, 2012
    Wish i could leave this life behind in my dust as i run away from here no more names no more pain with my love by my side...
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  • Very Happy!

    by gogogirl on February 22, 2012
    For now at least...
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  • im pissed

    by gogogirl on February 17, 2012
    have to stay at school til 7:30
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  • they are all the same...

    by gogogirl on February 16, 2012
    no matter what i do they all use me abuse leave me with bruises i know i should pick better guys but how am i to know that they are like this?
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  • i'm glad

    by gogogirl on February 15, 2012
    i have at least one friend i blame myself because im so damn dumb i let my heart think for me i get attached so fast kill me now... it sux all i want is a true friend.
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  • Everyday

    by gogogirl on February 14, 2012
    everyday i hear them they hurt me even more when they call me a slut or call me a whore im sick of the names etched in my brain just i cant shake it clean they scar me inside the pain a veil hiding my feelings deep inside so they can't hurt me a fake smile and wave get them off my back for today but tomorrows a new day the pain awaits but perhaps a change could take place the pain with grace and for that i can't wait...
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  • Glass

    by gogogirl on February 14, 2012
    up all night listening to the screaming through the wall breaking glass seeing the knife lash out in anger cut and gash slap and tease words bring her to her knees but it's gone to far blade to arm to the floor she falls this life she leaves in the past the future's bright through the glass...
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  • Knives and Pins

    by gogogirl on February 13, 2012
    She gives up Sixteen years old suicidal innocence broken stolen in the night on a bad road leads to a dead end the only way out is through knives and pins the end it seems so far away being emo/gothic she can't wait for the day cutting in the night crying in the rain can anyone see her pain? or are you too vain?
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