tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69222415050843293462024-03-05T13:05:33.255-08:00Eh-sah-bell-ahIsabellaVikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10848736959611572585noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922241505084329346.post-5379285931378576722012-11-04T09:32:00.001-08:002012-11-04T09:32:41.665-08:00Untitled (1)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Selv om du har skjøvet meg bort du vil glemme mig ikke. En dag, at, 'lite jente', du deg lure vil bryte du.<br />
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Jeg kommer alt du ønsket at hun kan være og mer.<br />
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Jeg reiser verden uten deg. Møte ekstraordinære folk uten deg.<br />
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Selv om jeg var vondt, jeg blir bedre av og faktisk har mer tid til å fokusere på min karriere fordi din vil gå andre steder.<br />
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Lykke til du digusting gutt. <3 </div>
IsabellaVikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10848736959611572585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922241505084329346.post-30532052508714999732012-11-01T21:51:00.000-07:002012-11-01T21:51:10.282-07:00Speil speil <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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JEG er alene. Ingen er her lenger.<br />
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Ville det uansett om jeg bare forsvant? Livet kan være så belastende for alle.<br />
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Kanskje, alt, alle, kunne endelig slutt å bekymre deg.<br />
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Ingen flere telefonsamtaler. Ingen mer tekst. Ingen mer <b>gråter</b> og tigget, mens han roper, for din hjelp. Stemmen din...<br />
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Hva skal jeg gjøre? JEG er tapt. JEG ikke vet lenger. Gjør du? </div>
IsabellaVikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10848736959611572585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922241505084329346.post-54033328282379405002012-10-29T19:40:00.000-07:002012-10-29T19:40:05.703-07:00Hook<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Du er en hykler. En to overfor onde mann.<br />
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Du gjør meg syk. Du er parasitten i baksiden av hjernen min irriterende mitt liv. </div>
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Du drikker min sjel og ete mitt hud. Hvem er du?</div>
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Øynene selv ligger for meg.</div>
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'Fornøyd'? Kanskje jeg har sett på øynene igjen, min kjærlighet.</div>
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Fordi dessverre vil jeg holde på å dø for deg, min kjærlighet. </div>
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IsabellaVikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10848736959611572585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922241505084329346.post-80973376667425271882012-10-28T23:13:00.000-07:002012-10-28T23:13:35.367-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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You can think of hundreds of thousands of reasons of what you did wrong. Sadly, you will never know.<br /><br />
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Sad.<br />
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IsabellaVikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10848736959611572585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922241505084329346.post-33724323116970450012012-10-28T20:31:00.002-07:002012-10-28T20:31:40.475-07:00White, Blank<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Why am I so dumb sometimes? Most recently I've been a great deal of stupid. Yes. VERY STUPID.<br />
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I need to understand that people are not who they really are. They slip from your sight when you need to see them most. Its saddening.<br />
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Although I don't ever like whining, I was becoming something I never have been. Affectionate. The fact you manged to get that part of me out in the open is almost supernatural so I don't very much appreciate you being how you are you towards me.<br />
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Then again..who am I to say that I wasn't bothersome? I tend to put people off that way most of the time. Goodness, maybe I should question myself before jumping, more or less, free falling to conclusions. Correct?<br />
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Who am I? Sometimes I forget. Then again, most everyone does.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Life inside the music box aint easy.</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">The malots hit the gears are always turning</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">and everyone inside the mechanism</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">is yearning to get out.</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">And sing another melody completely</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">So different from the one theyre always singing</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">I close my eyes and think that i have found me</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">but then i feel mortality surround me.</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">I want to sing another melody</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">so different from the one i always sing</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">But when i do the dishes</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">i run the water very very very hot</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">and then i fill the sink to the top with bubbles of soap</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">and then i send all the bottle caps i own a float</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">and its the greatest voyage in the history of plastic</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">and then i slip my hands in and start to make waves</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">and then i dip my tongue in and take a taste</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">it tastes like soap but it doesnt really taste like soap</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">and then i lower in my hole mouth in and take a gulp</span> <span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">and start to feel mortality surround me</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">i close my eyes and think ive found me</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">but life inside the music box aint easy</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">the malots hit the gears are always turning</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">and everyone inside the mechanism</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">is yearning</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">to get out</span></span></div>
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IsabellaVikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10848736959611572585noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922241505084329346.post-81132599622504390782012-10-24T10:10:00.003-07:002012-10-24T10:10:40.835-07:00For Whats Its Worth<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Sometimes I always look at my surroundings and think, "I don't belong here." Truly I do not. I cant stand living with such over dramatic people who are not allowed to question the right and wrongs.<br />
I work with such stereotypical porcelain toothed bun heads who's noses reach beyond cataclysmic size. Our boss strutting around with her itsy red convertible. She truly is, "The Devil Wears Prada."<br />
I'm about two plane tickets away from leaving the suffacation of this place. I'm tired of having to run and hide from my peers in fear of judgement.<br />
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I would like to start a new and move somewhere far, far away. Where no one knows me so that way people will know ME.<br />
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