tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57271312011-04-21T19:48:31.278-04:00<center>Here <br> are the various <br> purgings of my soul. <br> <br>Enjoy.</center> <p><center> <a href="http://www.copyscape.com/"> <img src="http://banners.copyscape.com/images/cs-bk-120x60.gif" alt="Content copyright protected by Copyscape website plagiarism search" title="Do not copy content from the page. Plagiarism will be detected by Copyscape." width="120" height="60" border="0"> </a></center></p>*LadieFire*http://www.blogger.com/profile/15709764807431207295noreply@blogger.comBlogger671100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727131.post-1175123353069622562007-03-28T20:04:00.000-04:002007-04-15T22:33:17.236-04:00

I am so jadedto think that what happens to otherscould happen to mebut waitit hasn'tAnd I wonder if classifying myself,if only for the satisfaction of the masses,as bisexual is really accurate.I mean, wouldn't one have to besexualto determine that?And if one is not,then isn't the correct classification,if only for the satisfaction of the massesactually asexual?

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"To be or not to be?"begins the soliloquy,for which many are familiar.It is a question for whichwe all at some point ask ourselves.You're damned if you do, you're damned if you don't.It is life's challenge to maintain optimisminthe face of adversity.To challenge the obstacles placed before us,if only to discover,it is us who hold ourselves back,keeping true happiness at bay.The images and stories

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I dreamtlast night, of her again.I dreamtAbout kissing herAbout holding herIn my arms.And thought,Wow.Aren't I lucky.Upon awakening,I could stillsmell her scent.I could stillfeel the warmth of her.It was as if she'd really been thereAnd I hadn't dreamt her up.

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In truth,I already knew it was over.She didn't have to say a word.See, I just didn't want to know right then.I wanted to wallow in thisFreeshe gave me.I wanted to enjoy somethingThat's been missing from my life for such a long time,That I've nearly become a stranger to myself.I wanted to shake the dusty doll feeling,Snuggling up to happiness, even if it was suedo happiness.Somehow I thought if I

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Of all the nights I've hadI am left to wonder whytonightI can't seem to find sleepI thought I had things all figured outAnd well it seems I don'ttonight I am the woman conflictedthat I've been trying to smotherall this timebut these issuesthat render me this waycan not be deconstructed and broken downto simplest terms, in order to eradicate them.They are out of reachand out of my control.And I

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There's no reason to expose the guts.No one wants that mess.And I supposed if I were on the receiving end.I'd stare in digust.Shit, we should all be able to at leastKeep it together.And what is keeping it together mean any damn way?"keeping it together"One of life's many myths.Cuz ain't nobody got it kept or together.

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I try moreto dobefore I have a chance tothinktoo hard on whatever it isor whatever directionmy spirit moves me.But more often than notI continue to remain still.And while my insides cry out sincerelyI outwardly continue to perpetuate this mask,to disguise the truth of the matter.My truth and all that mattersto me.Why?Because no decision is an easy one.Because no amount of pain can be avoided.And

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Already I miss herI miss her many, varied kissesand a tongue that teased my mouthand the taste of her.Those eyesHer deeply dark eyes looking down upon meEnchanting is sheAs I look up in awe smiling like I've some sort of secretIn part because she blows me awayIn part because she chooses not to highlight my clumsinessI want to touch her everywhere at onceSparking in her what she's lit in meI'm not

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I'm a hot messa bundle of nerves not knowingwhere to goor what to doand all over . . . .well, must I say?As I ponder the thoughts on delay,struggling internally over whether to admitthis lovely heaviness at my coreor go on ignoring me as beforeI'm a hot messHot, because suddenly I'm wrapped upin too much comforter,my heart beating louder,and the talk become a slight buzz in my ear.It's weird I'm

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Every time I sit to writeI leave a trail of wasted ink and paperAll the things I want to sayI've saidtime and timeagainever slightly changed but nonethelessthe sameyet still can't figure out where I amamidst the seaof uglydisorganization and role confusionwhere do I fit?where do I belong?whilst I age the genuine I seems frozenstuck some howSo I won't writebecause I've written abouteverything and

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Lonelinessthe prison for which I've encased myselfto safe keep my heart from breaklonelinessthe distance betweenmaking a move and staying putthe difference betweentaking a chance and letting it ridethe opposite ofjoy and happinessthe synonym of death.Lonelinessthe hell we ourselves createto safe guard against shit we don't even know about.fearing the darknesswhen sometimes it's the light that's

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I read your closthesAnd instantly realizedyepI'm that chicktrying to camoflauge what's hidden underneath.my strech marksmy rollsand yes the slight ripple ofcelluliteIt's too bad that the thingswe pay the most attention tonever seem to be what matters.

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she was closedhe was close and wide openready and waiting to receive herevery wishherevery desireherinnocent kissherto make his wish come trueherto believe his wordknowing what he saidby view of his actionsindeed was truepure of hearthe wasguardedshe waspatienthe wastryingshe wasto break the chains that weighted her downto agree with the beautyshe not only thought aboutbut by some magificant

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I'm a depressing depressiveAnd I've been racking my brain as to theHows and whys.It's not like I wanted to end up this way.It never was fun being lonely.I've visited that place so often it's like my second home,cold, dark and dank.It sometimes feels like happiness was never meant for me.See because when I'm happyJoy overflows my cup in a sudden gush and oddly,Though it never lasts long enough for

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So I've been feelina kinda waylistening to a little too muchIndia ArieI am ready for loveWhy are you hiding from me?Just as stated in the lyricsThere's so much I'd giveI giveJust to knowand feel what manywrite so much about.I am ready for loveI'm ready for the good, bad, and ugly.Or am I just desperate?I'm more than a womanI am passionI am truthI am liberty.....I am strengthencouragingYet I find

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a pen to my paperused to be my saviorbut right nowI'm lostat a lossof wordstoput downexactlyhow I'm feelingI don't knowwhat language would be rightMi español es muy mal,Mein Deutsh ist nicht sehr gut.andJe ne sais pas le français.my wit ended six hours agofalling apartdoesn't even begin to describemy so called life.I've got this throbbing in my headnothing has been workingthen I get to

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as I crested the hilla feeling of accomplishment came over meI had finished somethingI'd reached the topthrough the harsh windsI made it throughthrough the heavy rainsI made it throughthrough it allI made it throughBut my journey is far from overI just crested the hillTori Amos' Girlechoes in my ears"She's been everybody else's girl.Maybe one day she'll be her own."Will I?I took on that hill,

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Not the nightmare I'd prepared for.Thank GodNot the conflicted I'd expected.Thank GodNot the bitch I was ready to confront.Thank GodNo the alcoholic I grew up with.Praise GodNot the lying drug addict.Praise GodNot the listener I'd like, but definitely an improvement.Thank GodNot the instigater I learned from.Thank GodNot the child lost in a woman's bodyThank GodNot lost at allPraise GodNot too

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They pulled upNot at all in the mood to encounter the otherBut she, well time has yet to tellwhether or not I'm happy she's here.VacationYeah right, not my idealBut if it works for her, then great.I carried her things up the stair casethen suddenly found myself engulfed in mostlya one-sided conversation, about shit I don't care about.typicalNope not a damn thing has changed.Nearly 25 years and

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Right now I'm in one of those moodsI've been well fed and I'm chillin'It's one of those jazz kind of moodsI could just lie down and drift off into a sweet slumberI could light a few candles and fantasizeabout the body attached to the name I'd like to callI could go for a warm peachy bathI could go for a slow deep kiss,the kind that lingers and has the potential of turning into moreor just being a

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He came againThis man I've been yearning to meetThis man whose formI've been praying to feelHe said not a single word but none the lessI clearly heard his intentionsHe came close to meI could see the gold specks within his eyesHe just stood thereAnd looked at meI reflecting his expressionHe came closer and with every stepI became more aware of the ringing in my earsHow close is too close?Should I

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.flickr-photo { border: solid 1px #000000; }.flickr-frame { float: right; text-align: center; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: 15px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } , originally uploaded by UN_EXISTING {Q.T}. on the good daysthe very good days,my skin is of silk and I smellof sweet coconut and mangoI'm less conscious of my sizeand am wrapped in the warmth of wholeness

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I used to want to just draw himhave a study up close and personalgo over the suttle contures of his facial structureand run my finger tips over his bodyI used to want to paint himwith every color of the rainbowmixing brilliant bright colors for highlightsand slightly muted darks for the shadowI used to want to kneed himjust for the sake of feeling his skintesting the strength and tension of his

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uploaded by *~*FIRE*~* I was born to die with missions to complete in between. From the meeting of a man's seed to her rich womb, I sprang solidifying the potential stored from within them, passed on to me. Possibly her proudest accomplishment. As for him, the beginning of a head strong nation. Looking back, borne unsupported. She the queen, he the court jester for his offer of love and

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uploaded by *~*FIRE*~**~*~*~*~*once againi can't sleep.i'm not even surewhat hunger feels likeanymoreand i ask myselfwhythere's no great love amistmom and i are on good termsmy father and i are cordialthere's nothing out of placeaside from sleepthe month has been a blurbits and piecesof the last 30 yesterdaysflash back in interesting waysand in just an hour and 2 minutesshe would have been 77but

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I'm awake I'm up and awake, Because I don't want to sleep. Not tonight Well, not right now. I can sleep But I don't want to close my eyes And see his face tonight Not tonight Not any night.

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she sat in vain waiting on him waiting on hm to come to her so their spirits could reconnect

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Some decisions made in life,are like the exit door to virginity.Once you cross over that thresholdthere's no going back.You can't undo what's been done.And sometimes,saying sorry isn't good enough.And sometimes,being made to feel sorry isn't good enough.Some things broken, can't be mended.Even if they are, the wounddoesn't always heal right.Sometimes, there's just nothing anyone can doto make it

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He told her to the exact detail how, when, where and why he wanted her. Unbelievable, she though as she became aware of the dampness of her panties. The when, now - if not sooner. The where his place, or hers pending she'd let him come. Let him come was where she hesitated. Just speaking with him occationally took her breath away. His forwardness hand the tendency to set her ablaze, causing her

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Shit happens everyday

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Why do you HATE ME!? a swift click then dial tone she can't be serious the accusation put in the form of a question resinating Why do you HATE ME!? I hate my job But the bills need to be paid I hate my situation But at least I'm not miserable I hate to see her in pain But I can't do anything about it I hate being disrespected And it's hillarious, the look on people's faces When I won't bend till

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I can't seem to take my eyes off her so full of life so electric so erotic with her coconut sented essence I stare hoping that if I look long enough will I find the answer for which I search I don't know what it was, but something told me to turn around And there he was his gaze right on me, like a spot light What? I said Thinking he'd devert his eyes Nothing he replied And I'm no stare contest

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I could pen a song with a melody soulfully vibrent accompanied with lyrics that would captivate world wide but how much of an impact would it make, if the song intended for you, about you was never heard by you?

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Ever hear a melody that reminds you of home So safe So serene So warm So So pleasant Ever close your eyes Listening to A voice, that when spoken Releases a sudden fire Escaping your lips A moan Caught up in the rapture of it all Knowing you're big Felling oh so small And being okay with that. Knowing, here is where you want to be Inside the safety of it all Up close and personal Personally

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May they remember, the disrespect bestowed on her. May they remember things about her they found most vile. May they remember the actions made against her. Lewd comments two faced friendships superficial personalities May they remember the many Opportunities Passed to lend a hand. May they remember that they knew. And how not saying a word Helped maintain her not so secret, Secret May they

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first shock guilt then anger the slicing stabbing wounds of words spoken with cobra venom and the expectation is not to fight back who the fuck do you think you are? who the fuck did you think you were talking to? do you know with whom you deal? thinking name calling justifiably sealed? trick you can't be for real you've no idea what you've done stop this war, you've begun the beast has been

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God, I feel like hell tonight Tears of rage I cannot fight I'd be the last to help you understand Is this really apart of the plan? I can't sleep, I can't think. I can't even converse right. My thoughts a complete mess The stress measures endless And I've this sinking feeling I'm drowning friends in my dealings Are you strong enough . . . . To cope? To hope, that tomorrow will be better? To

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she won't sleep tonight suggest she'll refuse for every time her eyes close appear visions of you the tick, tock of the clock sends her in a trance seducing her lids to disobey at every chance she won't sleep tonight or any night again her mission, to forget you her lover once friend

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Today's posts were works I'd written in a notebook I thought I'd lost.

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listen would you please pay attentions and listen there's something important trying to be conveyed to you but if you're talking you can't possibly be listening don't just hear what's being said instead shut up! be quiet and focus and yes, just listen spare us the lacetur on respect cuz you're not respecting anyone if you're constantly cutting them off assuming you know what they're going to say

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I'm folding my laundry watching E.T. on M.T.V. and the anouncer says "Next 50 cent opens up about what it was like to be shot 9 times." Is that stupid or what?! How about PAINFUL moron! He later says "50 also talks about why he wears a bullet proof vest." Now, I'm no rocket scientist, but my guess to that would be that he wants to be protected from BULLETS! however, I could be wrong.

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don't sleep to dream for dreams bring no comfort and all the pillows in the world can't replace the warmth of skin nor can the ticking of a clock replace the soft murmur of a heart beat rest but don't dream to dream is to falsely hope for something out of arms reach nothing exists but speech and now, even that is failing words can only do so much appealing to limited senses and it seems the

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studying when I'd rather be somewhere else the phone rings interesting none ever calls me, at this time of day as I answer the phone honey coated smoothness eases on through hello he says I just know it's a wrong number hello I answer back fully prepared to inform on the error then he asked for me I couldn't have heard correctly this is she I said almost forgetting to breathe suddenly loosing

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the cards stopped coming cuz what was there was broken and you stopped saying thank you the calls stopped coming cuz the last one made went into voicemail never to be returned there were hardly any emails sent cuz only in confrontation was there a response But did she complain? no

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to earn forgivenss how many times should I apologize? how many ways should I apologize? what would be enough? to be inquizitive is to be too nosey. to end the questioning is to be unconcerned. to request patience is to punk out. to be honest is to be fake. to not react as expected is to be failure. to back away is assumed forgotten. yeah right as if that could happen. so what is the right thing

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Sometimes I wonder What the fuck do I have to do To get someone to read my work I mean does it need to be accompanied with Some half naked chick? Do I need be downin' the dick? I mean damn, if you hate it Why? If you like it then say so If you think I'm just Another deraged bitch who's having a bad day Well you're right But I write to cut back on my poison Because when this woman's patience is

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It was blood curdling her scream. And still it wasn't enough to allow her freedom from her chains. I want to run through the fields of danelions until I'm breathless. I want to lie in the tall grass at high noon then at dusk look upon my skin and observe how much it's changed. I want to know a love that won't just sweep me off my feet, leaving me doubled over in agony from the pain I didn't see

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Today marks a week since I've been home thus far I've spent it trying to get away. Trying to escape the all consuming negativity of just one person. With a dear loved one sick, in the hospital, the last thing I needed was this bullshit. I gave up fighting in high school. Because it was ridiculous, Yet here I am engaged in full combat with you. What this fuck is the world coming to? My

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for all the knowledge I posses, for all the suffering I've done, for all the experience I've had, I know nothing

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I don't know where to begin the darkness maddening yet comforting, for in it I'm able to hide the awkwardness I feel It's not because I'm with you but because I've never been here before. My thoughts pound out to the rhythm of my heart to yours Our heart steadily drumming an intricate yet simple melodious rhythm An ancient lovers' chant evenly you take in and expel breath all of a sudden I feel

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In my mind's eye I see parts of you. By way of fragmented dreams I remember you. Certain smells remind me of you. But the silly thing is, We haven't met yet.

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simply solo singletons sometimes silently walk the earth fading in and out with hardly a notice occasionally like magnates they connect and pair sometimes pairing forever sometimes temporarily for those pairing at all are fortunate because some never experience that.

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the pain the hurt of yester years the memory of hate the giving the stealing the embarassment the disbelief the sorrow the pity the emptiness the selfishness the worthlessness the dirty the crooked the lies the bitter end the drop off the ignorance the soft spoken putdowns the disappointments the defenses the cries the crystal tears the chains the lack of respect the lack of concern the

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There must be something wrong with me Otherwise i wouldn't be or feel the way i do I'm sure i've a purpose But at the moment i'm just coasting It's like taking a class just because you know You'll get an A in it with out having to Work hard for that A or Fight to maintain it Something in me is missing And i've tried to figure out what, to no avail Maybe i'm looking so hard i'm missing it Maybe

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Misery loves company okay then why am I still all alone?

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can i have you? may i have you? perform pleasures of delight watch you sleeping as i'm creeping to your bed in the night would you let me let me hold you like i clasp my pillow tight create a warmth between our bodies reaching new uninhabited height floating down like a feather thinking now at last I might have the pleasure of solely feasting nectars of sweet decadent delight can i have you? may

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I have the capablities to love you to be that complementary addition to your life but if you can`t recognize that it`s your loss not to say that we can`t be friends it`s not all or nothing with me I just don`t wish to hear you complain about not having something you so dearly want, when it`s obviously staring you in the face

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I want you to want me for us to be together to say forever would be doing a tad too much but could you want me would you want me as I am, basically or never? silly of me to think that I could ever try and change a guy for he is him and I am me happily seperately alone I suppose sleep I can't seem to get enough of and the dream the dreams keep coming The dream won't leave upon awakening I find

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Yes, I ask a lot of questions I like knowing what I'm working with. No, I'm not perfect and I don't expect it from you. Yes, I'm constantly thinking annylizing the events of my life concluding that there could have been better decisions made However, the knowledge I gained can be applied for next time, if there is one.

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The heart is never given freely. No matter what our intentions be they good or bad matters of the heart aren't easy. Everyone says, " love me For me." But do we really know who we are? A broken dream a muffled scream matter that takes up space are we as sure of our selves as we'd like others to think or refining the societal box some place? is it possible to be completely honest with

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(Aug. 2003) the pain runs deep bubbling its way to the surface threatening to seep from his pores frustration is evident he thinks like a camelion it can be camouflaged but you can see it in his work it affects his action you can hear it in his voice if you're paying attention it's thick and close to tangible it has the ability to draw one in allowing one to feel as if enduring a bit of its

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Surviving (Aug. 2003) It is during times like this that death is no longer an option. The skin grows thick for it refuses to let the pains of life over come the desires of the dreamer. For the spirit knows that persistence shall forever and always stifle the darkness of death and all that it encompasses. Even if for the time being there’s no escape, no one to talk to, no one to listen. There

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(Aug. 2003) it only took two weeks not that it really matters I still would have damn near swallowed my tongue had it been two months however, i'm not so eagar to test that theory yet, i wonder what will come of this? i know what i want will i get it? questions to ask will they be answered? or do i finally admit defeat and willingly leave it alone.

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Good Friday (July 2003) today i sat and watched as my life passed me by I saw lovers pass and wanna be thugs i saw dogs walk along the beach with their owners i saw children of many shades, typical because it's summer and i just chilled in the shade trying to enjoy the view of the bay there were runners, obvious atheletes and some making a decent attempt there were inline skaters

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Thus Far (July 2003) The night of my life Thus far And we only went For icecream! It's early evening Deciding last minute To spend the day's tips On a cold refresshing treat Recounting the event's of the day, Events in our past, and hard Life lessons learn up to this point. How our lives have traveled Odd, twisted paths. Loud laughs, Memorable bash, And the trash we no longer do. Oh yeah Us

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(July 2003) Thank you! For all the good days And the bad For all tribulations And the oh so easy times I didn't realize That's what puts everything In place That's what's bult this Charater That's what's stregthen this Soul That's what's made me Who I am A woman Thank you!

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(July 2003) can you capture her smile? it's not often seen she's a reputation of walking mean and I was wondering if you could find it. she's a lonely sort can you tell? she tries to camouflage it well but then how would you know, if you've not a clue of what to look for?

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