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What a bum. In the sun. | •Wɩȴɗɧȯɼȿɚȿ, Ʀɩυҿɽ & Ϛɑℓȶ Ȣ
https://cendanawrites.wordpress.com/2009/09/19/what-a-bum-in-the-sun
Wɩȴɗɧȯɼȿɚȿ, Ʀɩυҿɽ and Ϛɑℓȶ Ȣ. While I breathe, I think, I write, for some peace of mind. What a bum. In the sun. So I’ve been shopping lately… and that’s because I’ve been coming across amazing sale.=) Plus, there are some things I didn’t have before and I got them for the long run anyway. I’ve also been sort of such a bum lately, not bum homeless, but bum as in lazy and holiday-mode. Say, today, what have I been doing most of the time? Just reading “A Walk to Remember” by Nicholas Sparks. And knowing th...
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June | 2009 | •Wɩȴɗɧȯɼȿɚȿ, Ʀɩυҿɽ & Ϛɑℓȶ Ȣ
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Wɩȴɗɧȯɼȿɚȿ, Ʀɩυҿɽ and Ϛɑℓȶ Ȣ. While I breathe, I think, I write, for some peace of mind. Archive for June, 2009. Not by tomorrow morning. Bull; June 2, 2009 • Leave a Comment. On Winter Yesterday, Summer Today. On What a bum. In the sun. On Another Four in the morning. Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com.
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A Hope | •Wɩȴɗɧȯɼȿɚȿ, Ʀɩυҿɽ & Ϛɑℓȶ Ȣ
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Wɩȴɗɧȯɼȿɚȿ, Ʀɩυҿɽ and Ϛɑℓȶ Ȣ. While I breathe, I think, I write, for some peace of mind. Someday seems so far away. The scar will be much bigger by then. The open wound will throb in pain. And your pile of salt still remain. Someday seems so far away. I try not to think of that day. But I long for it to come. Soon, I hope, I wait, I pray. Someday seems so far away. When I will think of. In every action I do, every cent I spend. Every breath I take, every chip I mend. Someday seems so far away.
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July | 2009 | •Wɩȴɗɧȯɼȿɚȿ, Ʀɩυҿɽ & Ϛɑℓȶ Ȣ
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Wɩȴɗɧȯɼȿɚȿ, Ʀɩυҿɽ and Ϛɑℓȶ Ȣ. While I breathe, I think, I write, for some peace of mind. Archive for July, 2009. Chilly Night in July. Bull; July 18, 2009 • Leave a Comment. Bull; July 17, 2009 • Leave a Comment. On Winter Yesterday, Summer Today. On What a bum. In the sun. On Another Four in the morning. Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com.
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August | 2009 | •Wɩȴɗɧȯɼȿɚȿ, Ʀɩυҿɽ & Ϛɑℓȶ Ȣ
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Wɩȴɗɧȯɼȿɚȿ, Ʀɩυҿɽ and Ϛɑℓȶ Ȣ. While I breathe, I think, I write, for some peace of mind. Archive for August, 2009. Bull; August 28, 2009 • Leave a Comment. Winter Yesterday, Summer Today. Bull; August 25, 2009 • 1 Comment. Posted in The Happening. On Winter Yesterday, Summer Today. On What a bum. In the sun. On Another Four in the morning. Blog at WordPress.com.
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September | 2009 | •Wɩȴɗɧȯɼȿɚȿ, Ʀɩυҿɽ & Ϛɑℓȶ Ȣ
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Wɩȴɗɧȯɼȿɚȿ, Ʀɩυҿɽ and Ϛɑℓȶ Ȣ. While I breathe, I think, I write, for some peace of mind. Archive for September, 2009. What a bum. In the sun. Bull; September 19, 2009 • 1 Comment. Posted in The Happening. On Winter Yesterday, Summer Today. On What a bum. In the sun. On Another Four in the morning. Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com.
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Kept away in a shoe box that you won’t find | •Wɩȴɗɧȯɼȿɚȿ, Ʀɩυҿɽ & Ϛɑℓȶ Ȣ
https://cendanawrites.wordpress.com/2010/04/29/kept-away-in-a-shoe-box-that-you-wont-find
Wɩȴɗɧȯɼȿɚȿ, Ʀɩυҿɽ and Ϛɑℓȶ Ȣ. While I breathe, I think, I write, for some peace of mind. Kept away in a shoe box that you won’t find. I’m more a girl, than a man. More hurt than loved,. More rain to love. Than a sun above. I feel my heart break. Each time the truth is out. As for each truth, out a million lies. I must learn to play the game. As the game likes to play me instead. And I end up keeping all these feelings inside. I did love the way your face felt against mine. And you do as seasons do,.
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•Wɩȴɗɧȯɼȿɚȿ, Ʀɩυҿɽ & Ϛɑℓȶ Ȣ | ..While I breathe, I think, I write, for some peace of mind.. | Page 2
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Wɩȴɗɧȯɼȿɚȿ, Ʀɩυҿɽ and Ϛɑℓȶ Ȣ. While I breathe, I think, I write, for some peace of mind. Bull;August 28, 2009 • Leave a Comment. This is just a random blog. I just feel like it. I found something small, brown, dense but oh so soft little sweet thing… in my kitchen today. I thought… oh my, what would these taste like? So I looked at it, contemplated whether I should dip my hand into it and fish out a piece… and I did. It was ohhh sooo niceeee! So there you have it…. Winter Yesterday, Summer Today. BB Crea...
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April | 2010 | •Wɩȴɗɧȯɼȿɚȿ, Ʀɩυҿɽ & Ϛɑℓȶ Ȣ
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Wɩȴɗɧȯɼȿɚȿ, Ʀɩυҿɽ and Ϛɑℓȶ Ȣ. While I breathe, I think, I write, for some peace of mind. Archive for April, 2010. Kept away in a shoe box that you won’t find. Bull; April 29, 2010 • Leave a Comment. What it’s come to…. Bull; April 19, 2010 • Leave a Comment. On Winter Yesterday, Summer Today. On What a bum. In the sun. On Another Four in the morning. Blog at WordPress.com.
