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Wednesday, January 23, 2008. Freedom. Hm.what a word. Is there really such a thing as complete freedom? Why do people ask for it? And why do we give it to them? You see when you wanna be free of something, you need to be a slave of something. I dont know, a lot of other things I guess. Why do we ask for it? Why do we ask to be free from the one we love? Then why did you say you love them? Why do you think that they have just become "too much". I dont get it. If loving you is all that means to me, and bei...

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Saturday, February 24, 2007. The clock ticks life away. Every second, every minute, every hour is the future. If time would just listen to me, take me back to the days where I need to change things that I have done. If only time could fastforward itself, to heal me from the pain I'm going through. If only time would stop at some certain points of my life, and just stay that way for eternity. Why can't time feel pity on me? Why can't time heal me? Why can't time make me forget? Why can't time stop for me?

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Tuesday, February 12, 2008. When I needed you most. Life How long does this have to go on? Why bother being nice, do you get it back? Why bother understanding, no one understands you anyway. Why bother caring? No one seems to care anyway. Why bother crying? Its not like they cry for you too anyway. Sometimes you just want to turn so cold and numb, but how? The world made the move on you first. So again, alone; that's what you are. You try to stay awake, afraid that you may not wake up tomorrow.

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Monday, April 23, 2007. I drive myself crazy. Dejavus, coinsidence, accidents; they do not exist. People have told me that things happen for a reason. People also told me that I drive my own life. I decide for myself. I control my feelings and I'm responsible for my actions. But then what do I do when the time comes that I can't control myself because my heart has taken over and decided to say whatever it wants to say? What am I supposed to do when I become so fragile, that no one, nothing could stop me.

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Sunday, October 15, 2006. About a year ago, or maybe months. I was not interested in music. Songs yeah.but playing music! Then later on, I grabbed my guitar that has been hiding behind my closet for almost a year. I started strumming and thought it might be quite nice to learn how to actually play it. I started with the book that came along with it and learned the chords : G,C,D,A and E. And then later on I was studying the song Father and Son by Cat Stevens. I then learned More than words (plucking).

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Friday, June 22, 2007. Here we stand at the edge of the world as strangers. Not minding whats out there, and its unknown dangers. We jump off a cliff, in your hands were mine. We're falling so fast but it all seems to be fine. It feels like forever, this falling of ours. It couldve been 'fiftyleven days and umpteen hours'. But as I fell further, you seem to float away. You let go of me, when you promised you'd stay. We have sang our verse and our chorus but now we cant go on. Guess what this is. My tears...

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Sunday, October 28, 2007. I wanna get over you. Even before all this is through. I want this now to end. Even if it hasnt even started. I wanna run away now. Before its too late. Coz I dont wanna hurt anymore. Like what happened before. I wanna head for the door. And I, wanna stop myself now. I'm falling for you somehow. O wanna go, wont let you know. I wanna run away. Dont want my heart to stay. Dont wanna be by your side. I wanna leave now, even before its too late. Now you know the way I feel. It has ...

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Thursday, September 27, 2007. Its one of those days. A repeat in history? I mean, there you are living your "normal" life. Perfectly imperfect. You just got through one of the most supposed-to-be complicated part of your teenage life. You have friends, you have your family, you have everything else you need. You have just established a strong faith in God and knew that you can count on him in every circumstance. This is your life. What goes around comes around. What goes up must come down. My everyday ma...

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Monday, July 21, 2008. 7:02 am "1 new message". From the moment I open my eyes, you are there. Routinely greeing me goodmorning and how my sleep was. And for that I thank you. Same morning as always you make sure I eat my breakfast, wear my jumper and scarf, bring my unbrella and take care on the way to school. And for that I thank you. During school we talk less, since we both know we have to focus with our studies. And for that I thank you. I thank you for the little things and the small things you do&...

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Monday, November 26, 2007. Life never cease to surprise me. I've complained time and time again of the dramas that occur in my life. But who else is there to blame but me. Can I blame them? Can I say that they're making it hard for me? But then again I tolerate it. "One moment you'll be happy, one moment you'll be blue." effects of ecstasy, marijuana? Or just the cliche of life. What can I do to stop it? This is life we're talking about. I can do anything with Christ who strengthens me". Fill in the gaps.