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My World Written: November 2006
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Thursday, November 30, 2006. I've had crushes before, but none like this. Why is it you who I can't resist? My heart grows weaker by the minute. I wonder if you ever see it? I strain to face you with a smile,. As I wait patiently for a while,. Hoping that someday you will see. Something more than a friend in me. I've wiped the tears, both yours and mine,. But I do my best to say "I'm fine". I can't blame you, you never pushed me,. But can you blame me, if there's something in you I see. Then comes the af...
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My World Written: January 2007
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Tuesday, January 30, 2007. Try to Forget.". Try to forget the pain you’ve caused. How I found you, but lost. Try to forget and wipe the tears I’ve shed. Erase the sweet words, for you, I’ve said. Try to forget the way you made my heart skip. And how it will just rip. Try to forget how your hand felt. And how your presence made me melt. Try to forget your soft cheek. With the warmth I still seek. Try to forget the times you held me. Its time for me to be free. Try to forget the times you made me smile.
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My World Written: December 2006
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Saturday, December 30, 2006. It wasn’t wrapped with bows or fancy paper. There was no written card or letter. Santa didn’t put it under the tree. For everyone else to see. No fortune was spent. For deeper thoughts it was meant. It wasn’t branded or designer. This was something simpler. It wasn’t special because of any of these things. This was of sweet nothings. And that was it. It wasn’t something new. This was something I wished he knew. My body grew weak, but my heart stronger. One that will never rot,.
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My World Written: "My Surprise on Valentines"
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Saturday, February 17, 2007. My Surprise on Valentines". After everything that has happened in this so called "high school love", I’ve learned not to expect too much, because in the end you might just end up getting disappointed. I just had this nasty habit of making exaggerated situations that never happen and wish they would. This time I’m proud to say that I didn’t expect anything and ended up with one of the best surprises ever. I was about to go down the stairs to look for him to go to practice toge...
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My World Written: February 2007
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Saturday, February 24, 2007. It finally came. The event I’ ve. Been waiting for the whole year. It seems pathetic to be so eager about the prom, but I was. I wanted to have a great and memorable night when I can spend a little more effort in my appearance. I wanted a night of fun with my friends that I’d actually be allowed to go to. I’ ve. The fun all started when he showed up. I was in the salon. 8217;t believe that he was coming to pick me up. He finally came through the door of the Solon. I cautiousl...
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My World Written: Missing Your Heartbeat
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Monday, May 28, 2007. I didn't think of you yesterday, not even once. I was too busy with my book to realize it, until the end of the day. But for once in a very long time you weren't in my head. I wasn't thinking about you;. What were you doing? Where could you be? I just spent my day in my room. My body in rest. My nose in a book. My eyes straining a bit. But a memory of you hits me like a ton of bricks. I love your heartbeat. I like hearing it, feeling it and having it. View my complete profile.
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My World Written: I owe an Exlpination...
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Thursday, April 12, 2007. I owe an Exlpination. It's been a while since I've written anything, and I apologize for neglecting my natural need to write. Writing for me can be very therapeutic. And I need good therapy lately. It's not that I don't have enough inspiration. Or that I have nothing to write about. It's been a very eventful and I've wanted, needed to write but I've just been so busy. I couldn't find the time. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Doesnt Mean a Thing. I owe an Exlpination.
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My World Written: "Pre-Prom"
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Saturday, February 24, 2007. It finally came. The event I’ ve. Been waiting for the whole year. It seems pathetic to be so eager about the prom, but I was. I wanted to have a great and memorable night when I can spend a little more effort in my appearance. I wanted a night of fun with my friends that I’d actually be allowed to go to. I’ ve. The fun all started when he showed up. I was in the salon. 8217;t believe that he was coming to pick me up. He finally came through the door of the Solon. I cautiousl...
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My World Written: "Doesn't Mean a Thing"
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Thursday, April 12, 2007. Doesn't Mean a Thing". Just because I think of you non-stop,. Just because I remember every little detail about you,. Just because everything reminds me of you,. Doesn't mean I'm still in love with you. So what if I wait for your text, call or buzz,. So what if I can relate to practically every love song, movie or book,. So what if I remember all of your jokes, stories or ideas,. Doesn't mean I'm still in love with you. Even though I saved every text message,. Doesnt Mean a Thing.
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My World Written: "What's Hauting You?"
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Saturday, September 22, 2007. The once lively ghosts of the past? Or the Monsters ready to. Strike your tomorrow fast? Scars left raw ant untreated. Pain greatly felt but unseen. Now slowly healing and sedated. Losing any and everything they used to mean. Tears that used to dampen my face. Tears that used to surface as release. Now have dried and left no trace. Now have nothing to put at ease. My once tired body of bones. Left unnoticed and weaken. Not by old sticks and stones. View my complete profile.
