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Ashley: March 2006
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Sunday, March 26, 2006. I love the hour before takeoff,. That stretch of no time, no home. But the gray vinyl seats linked like. Unfolding paper dolls. Soon we shall. Be summoned to the gate, soon enough. There'll be the clumsy procedure of row numbers. And perforated stubs-but for now. I can look at these ragtag nuclear families. With their cooing and bickering. Or the heeled bachelorette trying. To ignore a baby's wail and the baby's. Exhausted mother waiting to be called up early. My black face fades,.
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Ashley: April 2006
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Sunday, April 30, 2006. Thinking about the old days. Days that were filled with you and me. How i wish for those days. Back when we were happy. We are miles apart now. Looking up at the sky. Dreaming of how life should be. But than again,. Who said life was easy. If i could have one wish. It would be not missing you,. Because every minute makes me wonder. What i would be without ever having you. Posted by Ashley Frank at 6:36 PM. Hate is the fuel. Six or seven is always good. 8 or 9 is even better. Poste...
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Sarah's Blog: April 2006
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Tuesday, April 25, 2006. The pistons burned with a God's anger. In unison they fired one by one. Yelling at the world around them. Tearing away to move the earth below. My soul controlled the madness that. Screamed down the road. Speed became my life and to live. The soul of my foot molded. To the pedal and I took the. Red devil for a ride. It was a day to quench my. Posted by Sarah @ 3:21 PM. Locked in a room with a key I made. For the one I lost, I've had to trade. Way deep inside my heart and soul.
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Sarah's Blog: May 2006
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Thursday, May 04, 2006. Locked away in these walls full of hate. Crying absurdly while the nurses pass by. Wondering what just happened. Leaving the mystery up to the doctors. Closing my eyes brings me to a better place. Trusting the people i love to hate. Hating the gut wrenching feeling inside my body. Something is wrong with me. Needing the beeping to stop. And the sound of the new shift of nurses to go away. Crying only on the inside. While the pain is flowing on the outside. Posted by Sarah @ 8:29 PM.
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Sarah's Blog: March 2006
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Thursday, March 30, 2006. Attention Deficit Dis-where the hell did I put my shoes? Alone I died in the old bench beside the walk. Line with people who never looked twice. It was hard and cold that night and it suited me perfectly. My dismal surroundings warmed and charmed me. Comfortably numb, I placed my callused hands. Into the plush jacket that had been torn over time. I had been torn over time. She left, I lost, How the shit did this happen,. She's gone, Why? NO not why,. A perfect name to assume.
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Ashley: February 2006
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Monday, February 27, 2006. To you I want to say. I dont know what we would have done,. If god took you away from us so soon. I never thought this would happen to us. It never ran through my mind. Something this awful could hurt someone so kind. The whole month of January. Was such a complete mess. Going from hospital to hospital. Made our lifestyle a little disoriented. But we did this for you, we love you that much. Once we could bring you home,. It felt like a load was off our chests. Hear them scream,...
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Sarah's Blog: February 2006
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Monday, February 27, 2006. Rough Draft of a setting- maybe people can help me jazz it up a bit! The tropical sunset, the smell of hot dogs and popcorn popping- yes! The biggest football game is today as the lines shuffle through the white crystal sand. Garbage cans and umbrella stands-what perfection! Though the tuba band man got stuck in the sand! Posted by Sarah @ 12:51 PM. Sunday, February 26, 2006. Posted by Sarah @ 3:09 PM. Friday, February 17, 2006. Dreams are the only escape. Each stone as wretche...
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Sarah's Blog: January 2006
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Tuesday, January 31, 2006. I still hear your voice, when you sleep next to me. I still feel your touch in my dreams. Forgive my weakness, but I don't know why. Without you it's hard to survive. Cause everytime we touch, I get this feeling. And everytime we kiss I swear I (could)can fly. Can't you feel my heart beat fast, I want this to last. I Need you by my side. Cause everytime we touch, I feel this static. And everytime we kiss, I reach for the sky. Can't you hear my heart beat so. I can't let you go.
