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Monday, April 14, 2008 9:42 PM
a girl sat on the beach looking at the moon, listening to the waves crash on the shore
it was already midnight
she was alone in her yellow pyjamas, a tear rolls down her cheek
she did not speak a word or showed an expression, she just kept looking at the moon
she wanted to start a new life, start over, get out of her town, find herself. the new her no one ever knew, even her
not even him, not even them
emotions all mixed up in her
she wanted to be free, free of sadness, free of anger, free of everything unpleasant in her life
drive out of town, leave old her behind, she's tired of her life.
she just wished that she could sleep and live in her dreams, dreams about him, dreams within dreams
just escape
the whole night, she set looking at the moon till sunrise.she's tired of sunset

that's emo.

once there was me
I'm Janice, sixteen, but really, I'm three. I live in my own fantasy of endless imagination. I like the smell of new books and the wonders a camera can do. I laugh way too much.
And this, is my life.

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