Look into my eyes, and tell me what you find

Step in, Step out.

Look into my crystal ball.

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Dysfunctional in my stupor, but if you look beneath the surface, you'd find whimsical serendipity.
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Sunday, October 12, 2008, 6:54 PM

The gods may throw a dice, their minds as cold as ice

I wished i was dead, I wished I'd never have to wake up ever again in my life.

All I hear is reasons
" It wasn't intended to hurt you. "
" It meant nothing"

Are you happy? Are you satisfied you got what you want in the end? Are you going around telling your side of the story looking for everyone's pity? Are you so inhuman that you could do this to me? Are you liberated from your agony of undying love for him?

Did greed get the better out of you both? What's the prize tell me, now this should be good. Attention? Popularity?
Because i can't see it.

But tell me does she kiss like I used to kiss you?
Does it feel the same when she calls your name?

Go ahead, break my heart more.

But baby, where they knock you down and out

Is where you oughta stay

Step in, Step out. Look into my crystal ball.
mademoiselle Zara, 140990 hotmail/facebook/tumblr Dysfunctional in my stupor, but if you look beneath the surface, you'd find whimsical serendipity. — Excuse me while I kiss the sky Poetry Men see things in a box, and women see them in a round room. Exits Allure Bloom Crane Denotation Enigmatism Flair Grace Hope Initiation Archives October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 June 2009 July 2009 October 2009 November 2009 December 2009 February 2010 Credits ©Glamouresque.	Sunday, October 12, 2008, 6:54 PM The gods may throw a dice, their minds as cold as ice I wished i was dead, I wished I'd never have to wake up ever again in my life. All I hear is reasons " It wasn't intended to hurt you. " " It meant nothing" Are you happy? Are you satisfied you got what you want in the end? Are you going around telling your side of the story looking for everyone's pity? Are you so inhuman that you could do this to me? Are you liberated from your agony of undying love for him? Did greed get the better out of you both? What's the prize tell me, now this should be good. Attention? Popularity? Because i can't see it. But tell me does she kiss like I used to kiss you? Does it feel the same when she calls your name? Go ahead, break my heart more.
But baby, where they knock you down and out Is where you oughta stay