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BloodGoddess17


Age: 25
Sex: F
State: New Hampshire

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Flea Market Monday, July 04, 2005

Yesturday was Sunday and i went to the flea market from 630am-245pm and it was hot, but thats ok cuz i got a $5 Wilson racket, its pretty sweet and broken in so i like it. then some guy broke my Jay-z CD off of me so its like the racket was free. i walked around with my mom and we saw some really nice butterfly knifes, old cameras, and a bunch of other crap. i would like to buy a butterfly knife and learn how to use it, theyre pretty sweet. the last pocket knife i had dana gave me and it was a piece of shit... BLAH! so its broken. i only made a dollar off of some guy who bought a stuffed animal lol... o well, theres always next time.

at the end of the day this lady sold us a 2 piece dresser set BRAND NEW PERFECT CONDITION for $40... wow! so well probably sell it for about $100 for both pieces.. cuz were cool like that.

in about 2 min im gonna tell you what happened today in another entry, just so you have to go to the next one...

but first... heres some lyrics for the day!

I thought I saw a man brought to life
He was warm
He came around
And he was dignified
He showed me what it was to cry

Well you couldn't be that man I adored
You don't seem to know
Or seem to care
What your heart is for
I don't know him anymore

There's nothin' where he used to lie
My conversation has run dry
That's what's going on
Nothings right
I'm torn

I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor

Illusion never changed
Into something real
I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn
You're a little late
I'm already torn

So I guess the fortune tellers right
I should have seen just what was there and not some holy light
But you crawled beneath my veins
And now, I don't care
I have no luck
I don't miss it all that much
There's just so many things
That I can't touch

I'm torn

There's nothin' he used to lie
My inspiration has run dry
That's what's going on
Nothing's right
I'm torn




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