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vanillathrilla77
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Name: its me
Country: United States
State: Michigan
Metro: Grand Rapids
Gender: Female
Interests: GOD most important, then I love my family, friends, soccer, music, food, animals the computer and phone lol oh and candy!
Expertise: i dont know..squirrels haha (Jake)
Occupation: Student
Industry: Other
Message: message me
Member Since:
1/24/2006
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| Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I know how to save a life
Step one you say we need to talk
He walks you say sit down its just to talk
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through
Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
And you begin to wonder why you came
Let Him know that you know best
Cause afterall you do know best.
Try to slip past his defense
Without granting innocence
Lay down a list of what is wrong
The things you've told him all along
And pray to God he hears you
And pray to God he hears you
As he begins to raise his voice
You lower yours and grant him on last choice
Drive until you lose the road
Or break with the ones you've followed
He will do one of two things
He will admit to everything
Or he'll say hes just not the same
And you'll begin to wonder why you came
How to Save a Life </3 | | |
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| People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; most of all, their feelings. People talk about how great love is, but its not. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you, your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your reality...
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| Look to this day, for it is life, the very life or life. In its brief course lie all the realities and verities of existence, the bliss of growth, the splendor of action, the glory of power - For yesterday is but a dream, and tomorrow is only a vision. But today, well lived, makes every yesterday a dream of happiness and every tomorrow a vision of hope. Look well, therefore, to this day.
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