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...7th door from the end...
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7th door from the end. And i'm just trying to evolve. Tuesday, November 11, 2003. MY BIRTHDAY IS TOMORROW! Posted by Annie @ 7:06 PM. Angela is arguing with me about guys. A topic I hate really discussing. Its like everytime its brought up, someone turns to me and goes. So Annie, how many boyfriends have you had? Who cares. Only 4 were actual major relashionships, and my one with pete is basically teh first one where i can believe him when he says he loves me. The rest of the world can suck its own penis.
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a world so fragile
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A world so fragile. Don't judge me by the pieces of my heart that i bear, for those are things you can't turn your back on, because i've seen you bear your's too. Friday, December 06, 2002. This one is me just kind of ranting. Life is not what it seems to be. And niether are you. Everything I thought was so true. Has boldy changed to lies. So hard for me to understand. Why your saying the things you do. So tough for me to really know. What is its you want from me. Two weeks gone by and you've changed.
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A world so fragile. Don't judge me by the pieces of my heart that i bear, for those are things you can't turn your back on, because i've seen you bear your's too. Saturday, January 04, 2003. I'm ready to crash. Posted by Annie @ 1/04/2003 11:59:00 PM. His coats a pantry. The other is the silent type. I want another frito. Sore heads and ankles inflating. Chair lift killer at our backs. It knocked us over. Arguements on nothing standard. Jumping and dare devil deals. Odds of winning, losing to f un.
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A world so fragile. Don't judge me by the pieces of my heart that i bear, for those are things you can't turn your back on, because i've seen you bear your's too. Tuesday, August 13, 2002. Floating in On cloud nine. A thousand pictures of happy times. Finally able to smile again. I stumbled in through that door. I was in a daze, but happy too. I didnt need to go search anymore. I watched the time fly in my face. I knew I had a choice to make. Sadly enough there is no sadness. My patience surprised me.
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a world so fragile
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A world so fragile. Don't judge me by the pieces of my heart that i bear, for those are things you can't turn your back on, because i've seen you bear your's too. Saturday, August 02, 2003. Little Eyes, Little Hands. Little eyes, and little hands. Wishing to match yours. So big, so smart, so lived. A little mind, almost like clay. An immortal picture of you. To those little eyes, your banners flew. Your flags never fell down,. You never lost a battle. To that little one. There was no wrong you could do.
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A world so fragile. Don't judge me by the pieces of my heart that i bear, for those are things you can't turn your back on, because i've seen you bear your's too. Saturday, September 07, 2002. Opened my eyes to the sunlight this morning. My thoughts opened up to you. I smiled in my sleepy dillusion. That you were standing by me. But realizing that was in the days to come. My dreams tumbled with you. And as I get more tired and weary from sickness. Your picture settles my headaches and sorrows. Questions&...
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a world so fragile
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A world so fragile. Don't judge me by the pieces of my heart that i bear, for those are things you can't turn your back on, because i've seen you bear your's too. Wednesday, September 17, 2003. Of all things I've lost. I dont miss my mind the most. I believe the thing I miss the most. Is us laying on my squeaky one person bed. Laughing at our bruises. And smiling at some plastic stars. We found so comforting. Just one summer ago. Doesnt seem so long ago. But yet again, it feels. Like I'm living in eons.
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...7th door from the end...
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7th door from the end. And i'm just trying to evolve. Saturday, October 11, 2003. Posted by Annie @ 6:50 PM. Time for a rant. I swear to fucking GOD. That my dad is on a damned MISSION to PISS me off! I clean the house, I dont get shit, if andy spends HIS OWN money, they fucking PAY HIM BACK. While I fucking scrounge to buy anything for myself. But see, the reason I wrote this all is because I am just a stupid, retarted and ignorant little bitch, according to dad. Posted by Annie @ 6:48 PM. Well, I'm gon...
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...7th door from the end...
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7th door from the end. And i'm just trying to evolve. Friday, October 24, 2003. Posted by Annie @ 6:59 PM. Tuesday, October 21, 2003. Stomach Pain. Ow. Yesterday was kinda sucky, then emotional, and then.I found out my uncle had a heart attack. Blargh. Posted by Annie @ 4:00 AM. Monday, October 20, 2003. You're a CASUAL AIM-ER! Normal.or you're pretending to be. Posted by Annie @ 4:03 AM. Sunday, October 19, 2003. Goes into uncontrolable spasm*. I got a rose and a kiss on the cheek. hehe *big grin*.
