josierose
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Joined: November 19, 2011
Last Seen: 9 years
user id: 240319
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Joined: November 19, 2011
Last Seen: 9 years
user id: 240319
Gender: F
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HI MY NAME IS JOSIE
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Class 2016
I love almost every type of music my all time favorite bands are ATL PTV OM&M BMTH BVB blink and uh a bunch more
OH I LOVE BACON AND KITTIES
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Class 2016
I love almost every type of music my all time favorite bands are ATL PTV OM&M BMTH BVB blink and uh a bunch more
OH I LOVE BACON AND KITTIES
Quotes by josierose
Read my wonderfully dark poem
its called midnight lullaby-
as the midnight moon makes her knife gleam she slowly starts to cry a lullaby as she starts to go into her skin the velete colour starts to make her grin. maybe its the pain making her forget or maybe its just the sight of emotion that makes her beg for the pain to never end. as the cuts become deeper and more spread she whispers her secerts in her bed. how she wishes she can take back what was done and said but only can fall asleep by being heavly med. she screams and cries while the night drowens on. hoping maybe that her savoir will come along but the next morning comes and she is still in her cold dark bed. full of salty tears that reminds the sailors of the oceans the once dread but no its her tomb where she is just found dead. her parents cry her brothers weep but nothing was said. as the days went on the whole house seemed more alive was it cause the family was now free of their devil inside? not having her was the wish they always dreamed of. now it was just three. but can you hear that singing...its the lullaby that makes you want to sleep. so close your eyes the pain is gone all you need to do is the exact same thing we all wish we could. she take the bottle and empty it in your mouth no more talking you cant even hear a mouse.
as the midnight moon makes her knife gleam she slowly starts to cry a lullaby as she starts to go into her skin the velete colour starts to make her grin. maybe its the pain making her forget or maybe its just the sight of emotion that makes her beg for the pain to never end. as the cuts become deeper and more spread she whispers her secerts in her bed. how she wishes she can take back what was done and said but only can fall asleep by being heavly med. she screams and cries while the night drowens on. hoping maybe that her savoir will come along but the next morning comes and she is still in her cold dark bed. full of salty tears that reminds the sailors of the oceans the once dread but no its her tomb where she is just found dead. her parents cry her brothers weep but nothing was said. as the days went on the whole house seemed more alive was it cause the family was now free of their devil inside? not having her was the wish they always dreamed of. now it was just three. but can you hear that singing...its the lullaby that makes you want to sleep. so close your eyes the pain is gone all you need to do is the exact same thing we all wish we could. she take the bottle and empty it in your mouth no more talking you cant even hear a mouse.
to remeber when you told me how you
loved me and wouldnt stop that no girl could ever replace me. What
happened to you now your going around with other girls telling me
that you could care less about us that the heartbreaks and tears
where just something to get someone better. thanks getting locked
up tight cuz of you and them and you know the shots and meds arent
as bad anymore thanks again making my life a living hell is always
what i wanted