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So Sloane is it? Has the appendage brought us any wet toast from the Dilbert's under her village, eggs? I'm great 3rd set of stairs just nuts in around this time of night Drops of fountain ink Jared letgo fan again wisdom vans Trailing the trigonometry books Tuition failed to return on your little investment with the lawyer I heard Cal fire academics are legally gold marry me vouchers of billion ana a day here Gustapo and cream for you? Seen any legislation your taking an interest from in Australia today? All the electric boogeyman told us was you had a theory for people
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Jun 8, 2025
Jun 8, 2025 at 11:44 PM UTC
Wrong knock
Oh I am just an x-file A freak of nature Oh I am a girl Oh I am a girl But no one gives a **** So I am just an x-file Haunting the streets Hoping for the best Oh I am just a girl Oh I am just a girl But no one care Oh oh oh Oh oh oh I am just an x-file Just hanging out Hoping to be the next punk Oh I am just a girl Oh I am just a girl But no one cares One one cares
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Dec 8, 2024
Dec 8, 2024 at 8:07 PM UTC
Oh I am just an x-file
lustful and untrustful screaming matches and rebuttals worn out muscles and tear puddles but what did we win, cards caving in whichever way you try to spin swan song on the violin whichever play you do your eyes get under my skin I can see the hurt, the guilt, the shame I tried to heal, build, and begin again and again return to my zen listening to Gwen escape to my four white walls and write songs each melody washes away the pain of yesterday each harmony bringing back the colour to the gray lifeless self I let my body become dancing to the beat of my own drum
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Feb 7, 2022
Feb 7, 2022 at 12:58 PM UTC
zEn
You're Gwen Stacy, I'm Spidey Don't leave me, I'll make you happy I don't need anybody or money Just the two of us, you and me To others, I'm cold as ice To you, my heart always melts, Oh nice! Now, I'm going to roll those dice To unfold what the future lies My love for you is absolute You're my boss, I salute If I love you means I am Groot Then I am Groot, I am Groot
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Nov 22, 2018
Nov 22, 2018 at 9:45 AM UTC
Gwen Stacy
My name is Gabrielle Rose Pimentel But everyone calls me Gwen My mom wanted to name me Gaby But my dad insisted that my nickname should come from their names So I got the G from grace and the WEN from Wendell and formed Gwen I have 4 moles on my face and a ton more on my body One eye is smaller than the other I have dimples on my fingers I like to connect my moles My hands have caught so much pain, they are blistered My shoulders swelling from the weight of the world My feet red from running around in circles trying to figure out what I did wrong And yes, I have a double chin I can get pretty random From the pyramids of giza to why does soap bubble? I’ve loved and it is the most amazing thing I have ever experienced It takes you on this rocket ship into the void And it makes you feel like all the shooting stars are falling for you But with love comes hurt I’ve been hurt and I’ve learned That the more i try to stop the bleeding, the more it goes So I let it bleed, and I allow myself to feel the pain I feel things very deeply and every feeling is either a bandage to a wound or a punch in the stomach I don’t know if it’s a blessing or a curse I’ve been careless, I am learning I walk on the glass shards of life barefoot, hoping that the wounds teach me a lesson As if the blood on my feet carry the answers to my biggest questions I am just 15 years old My eyes wide as the universe, ever expanding, ready to see all there is to see My brain, eager like a little child at the ice cream store, wanting to taste every flavor there is I am at the peak of my own age of exploration Waiting for my marco polo moment, when suddenly everything will be clear Do questions have legs? Because a ton of them run through my mind Do aliens exist? Is God real? Are there really mermaids? Can dogs feel? Do plants talk? How big is the universe? Is everything real or merely a dream? Why is there poverty? Is there a cure for cancer? Why do bad things happen to good people? Is there any hope left in this world? Will my questions ever be answered? If life was a new movie everyday, I would be at the front row I wanted to see everything that was about to happen I would stare at it all day in fear that if I looked  away I would’ve missed my prince charming I will obsess over every detail, trying to figure out what it means And this is probably why its good that life doesn’t have a movie It’s the uncertainity of it all that makes life so special It gives you the choice whether you want to embrace it Or let it hold you captive and paranoid of whats about to happen In my case, I learned that I should just let life go and take its natural course of action Never mess with the universe because the universe is beyond our imagination We think we’re so important Like the world revolves around us but really we aren’t even as small as a speck compared to everything I'm Gwen and I'm just 15 But this is me, this is who I am And I'm so done changing myself just for others
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Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 11:29 AM UTC
Introduction
My name is Gabrielle Rose Pimentel But everyone calls me Gwen My mom wanted to name me Gaby But my dad insisted that my nickname should come from their names So I got the G from grace and the WEN from Wendell and formed Gwen I have 4 moles on my face and a ton more on my body One eye is smaller than the other I have dimples on my fingers I like to connect my moles My hands have caught so much pain, they are blistered My shoulders swelling from the weight of the world My feet red from running around in circles trying to figure out what I did wrong And yes, I have a double chin I can get pretty random From the pyramids of giza to why does soap bubble? I’ve loved and it is the most amazing thing I have ever experienced It takes you on this rocket ship into the void And it makes you feel like all the shooting stars are falling for you But with love comes hurt I’ve been hurt and I’ve learned That the more i try to stop the bleeding, the more it goes So I let it bleed, and I allow myself to feel the pain I feel things very deeply and every feeling is either a bandage to a wound or a punch in the stomach I don’t know if it’s a blessing or a curse I’ve been careless, I am learning I walk on the glass shards of life barefoot, hoping that the wounds teach me a lesson As if the blood on my feet carry the answers to my biggest questions I am just 15 years old My eyes wide as the universe, ever expanding, ready to see all there is to see My brain, eager like a little child at the ice cream store, wanting to taste every flavor there is I am at the peak of my own age of exploration Waiting for my marco polo moment, when suddenly everything will be clear Do questions have legs? Because a ton of them run through my mind Do aliens exist? Is God real? Are there really mermaids? Can dogs feel? Do plants talk? How big is the universe? Is everything real or merely a dream? Why is there poverty? Is there a cure for cancer? Why do bad things happen to good people? Is there any hope left in this world? Will my questions ever be answered? If life was a new movie everyday, I would be at the front row I wanted to see everything that was about to happen I would stare at it all day in fear that if I looked  away I would’ve missed my prince charming I will obsess over every detail, trying to figure out what it means And this is probably why its good that life doesn’t have a movie It’s the uncertainity of it all that makes life so special It gives you the choice whether you want to embrace it Or let it hold you captive and paranoid of whats about to happen In my case, I learned that I should just let life go and take its natural course of action Never mess with the universe because the universe is beyond our imagination We think we’re so important Like the world revolves around us but really we aren’t even as small as a speck compared to everything I'm Gwen and I'm just 15 But this is me, this is who I am And I'm so done changing myself just for others
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Tell the ******* truth, Gwen Stefani, bleach blonde vamp. Questions stack up in the recesses of my mind, A renovation’s trash pile of drywall dust. You changed me, but there are things to clean up. Did you just take a break to remake your image For swarms of chubby white suburban pre-teens Swarming in packs at the middle school dance? Are those the only bees you could catch in your hive? How did you meld and mold the Harajuku girls To fit in the camera’s crosshairs or to walk the thin line of a New York fashion week runway? I must admit I still have my bottle of L.A.M.B. Was the woman who screeched she was Just a Girl Just floundering for fame? Does this happen to Every mid-level artist? Will my inkwell turn To the blood of an easy fan base too? I wanted you to be my mother, but you picked my platinum model sister as your favorite. But will I still become you, even though I know You’re false? Your press coverage can’t reveal the future. Black tar lies spew from US magazine covers Eyes dark, I gobble them up in violent shudders.
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May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 10:49 PM UTC
The Flagged Fan Letter to Gwen Stefani